《The Inheritance Saga》


 Chapter 1

    The Hinterlands was a naturally tempestuous and untamed land. Towering, craggy peaks and dense patches of evergreens stretched as far as the eye could see. In the midst of this harsh landscape, numerous tribes and wild beasts roamed, constantly shedding blood in their desperate bid for survival. But on this day¡­ all remained calm and quiet. A downy blanket of white had descended during the night to quell the storm of violence. Families gathered around their hearths and the animals curled up in their dens for a brief reprieve.


    However, to those who naturally made their home deep beneath the earth, life continued on as it always did. In particular, a group of hulking men, both young and old, toiled away in the mines of Mount Stormpeak with an astonishing intensity.


    ¡®Up¡­ down¡­ Up¡­ down¡­¡¯ Atell repeated this simple mantra internally as his pickaxe rose and fell in harmony. Keeping his mind focused on a steady rhythm was all he could do to distract himself from the searing pain in his shoulders that accompanied every swing.


    Suddenly, a long and sharp whistle pierced through the discordant clash of metal against stone. Many of the nearby men replied to the interruption with confused grumbles, but regardless of their thoughts ¡ª all work ceased.


    ¡°Alright, you lot. That¡¯s it for today!¡± The familiar deep voice of the Overseer echoed through the tunnel.


    Atell¡¯s body deflated as his pickaxe sunk into the dirt and fragments of stone; a jumbled mixture of satisfaction and confusion washed over him. He knew it wasn¡¯t yet time for their work to conclude. They¡¯d only just returned from a brief midday break, after all. But the Overseer¡¯s word was the law and Atell certainly wouldn¡¯t complain about an early dismissal. With a shrug, he hefted the pick onto his shoulder and stalked up the dark passage.


    Amber lanterns swayed gently overhead as Atell followed behind the broad silhouettes of his fellow tribesman. Warped shadows shifted all around them, and in the dim light ¡ª tension crept its way back into Atell¡¯s chest. All manner of outrageous notions started racing through his head. One idea, in particular, filled him with dread.


    ¡®Another cave in¡­?¡¯


    All extraneous thoughts departed as this short phrase immediately filled every corner of Atell¡¯s mind. The pressure continued to build as his breathing grew shallow. Soon, his vision blurred and it felt like the narrow tunnel was slowly collapsing inward, threatening to squeeze the remaining oxygen out of his lungs.


    ¡°Atell¡­ You okay?¡±


    A large, frayed glove grasped Atell¡¯s shoulder from behind. He knew right away who the hand belonged to. There was a profound strength hidden in the grip. Atell paused his footsteps, turning to face the hefty man behind him. The layers of grime and sweat were unable to mask his uncle¡¯s gentle countenance. Still, it took a few seconds for Atell to gather his nerve and speak.


    ¡°Uncle Irth¡­ y-you, don¡¯t think it was another cave-in, right?¡± Atell¡¯s voice quaked.


    Irth¡¯s gentle smile tightened for a brief moment. ¡°Of course not. We would have felt a deep rumbling in the earth if something like that happened.¡±


    Relief escaped from Atell¡¯s lungs as he released a pent-up breath.


    ¡°C¡¯mon, we¡¯d best hurry along,¡± Irth urged with a melancholic smile.


    Atell nodded and lifted his leaden feet to trudge forward once more. It didn¡¯t take long for the two of them to catch up with the others and enter into the lengthy inspection queue. All was silent in the wide staging area aside from the occasional shuffling of feet and affirmative grunt from one of the guards at even intervals.


    Blinding sunlight framed the mine¡¯s exit as Atell steadily approached. His heartbeat quickened as the enticing rays crept closer and closer.


    After coming of age and entering into the mines this past year, Atell rarely found an opportunity to greet the sun. To others in his tribe this loss may seem inconsequential ¡ª a blessing even, but it was Atell¡¯s biggest regret. Every sunrise he missed seemed to shave away at his soul. In the past, he loved to hike up the back of Mount Stormpeak after his father left for work early in the morning. He would sit on his secret ridge, waving farewell to the twin sisters Nerys and Syren before paying his respects to Helios as he rose through the sky to begin his shift guarding the Divine Realm.


    ¡°Next!¡± The shaggy spear-wielding guard shouted, breaking Atell from his reverie. The boy sprang into motion...


    Irth shook his head as he watched his little nephew toss his pickaxe into the cart and dash eagerly into the harsh daylight. That child had always been an oddity. Much smaller than the tribesmen his age, more inquisitive and adventurous as well. But what really alienated Atell from his peers were his astonishing eyes. Two bright, golden globes that radiated an almost tyrannical vitality. Growing up, those eyes cowed the other children. None of them ever had the courage or desire to invite Atell to play in the caves.


    ¡®Not that Atell ever spent much time underground to begin with¡­¡¯ Shaking his head once again, Irth sighed and stepped outside to find the boy before he ran off.


    ¡°Atell!¡± Irth called out, shielding his eyes. He saw the strange young fellow out in the distance, posing amidst the smooth blanket of snow that stretches northwards towards the quiet village. A bright smile was plastered on Atell¡¯s face as his arms reached towards the sky, grasping at the sun.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ¡°Uncle, I feel like spending some time outside today. You can head back without me,¡± Atell yelled over his shoulder without breaking his stance.


    ¡°Alright¡­¡± Irth shivered. It wasn¡¯t the cold weather that bothered him. Rather, he felt supremely uncomfortable standing so exposed out in the field. ¡°Just hurry back before supper!¡±


    After passing along that reminder, Irth ambled back toward the cover of the trees lining the mountainside and joined the procession of tribesmen heading towards the caves.


    ***


    ¡®It¡¯s been too long¡­¡¯ Atell sighed.


    A strange feeling had surged in Atell¡¯s gut as soon as he¡¯d stepped outside. As if a desperate yearning that had been repressed suddenly resurfaced. He felt like a starving beast salivating over a fresh meal. The accumulated fatigue from many long days of work swelled like a wave and crashed through Atell¡¯s mental barrier, carrying with it his pain and frustration. With an empty mind, Atell reveled in Helios¡¯ warmth ¡ª content to simply stand alone in his embrace for eternity.


    The boy¡¯s body appeared frozen in time as the wind swirled around him, picking up loose snow. This solitary statue paid no mind to the freezing gales. It remained firmly rooted to the ground, appearing eternal and unshakeable. Neither calamity nor fortune could disturb Atell at this moment. He had lapsed into an almost ethereal frame of mind.


    The significance of this extraordinary state was completely lost on this simple child. Nevertheless, as the sunlight brushed across his exposed skin ¡ª Atell was wholly content. Warm strands of energy saturated his body. These fine threads swam happily through his limbs before converging around his heart. Following their gathering, a comfortable heat swelled in Atell¡¯s chest like he had just finished a warm bowl of stew. This sensation slowly grew more pronounced, reaching a climax after tens of minutes. In accordance with the energy¡¯s desire to be unleashed, Atell exhaled as if he were a mighty dragon spewing fire.


    The gathered heat exploded through his extremities. If one were to observe this moment from afar, they would see a grey-skinned youth emitting a dazzling golden light as if the radiant sun had descended onto the mortal plane. But just as quickly as this phenomenon appeared, it blinked out of existence. After completing this sequence, the tranquil haze in the boy¡¯s mind dispersed; however, he was unwilling to let this sensation depart. Atell inhaled sharply, hoping to capture this foreign energy once more.


    Unfortunately, he felt eyes gathering on him from a distance, disturbing his concentration. A mass of dark figures was gathering near the village¡¯s exit. The troupe grew more distinct as it rapidly approached his location. Massive beasts shook the earth as they stampeded forward. Soon, the foremost grey Direwolves and their golden-haired riders blew past Atell without sparing him a second glance. He was knocked to the ground unceremoniously by the gust of wind left in their wake.


    Despite their apparent haste, not all of the riders continued onward. A few of the smaller Direwolves struggling at the rear of the pack slowed to a halt, encircling Atell.


    ¡°Well, well¡­ What¡¯s a little slug like you doing out here all by yourself?¡± A snide voice remarked as Atell struggled back onto his feet, brushing the snow from his ragged tunic.


    Atell clenched his fists with all the strength he could muster, causing thin lines of blood to trickle through the gaps in his fingers.


    ¡°What do you want, Raiden?¡± Atell asked, softly. He didn¡¯t dare raise his gaze to meet the eyes of the young man towering atop the Direwolf that had cast him in its shade. Atell knew that if he saw Raiden¡¯s smug grin¡­ he was liable to lose his last vestige of self-control.


    ¡°Did you hear, little slug?¡± Raiden sneered. ¡°I broke through the Foundation Stage and became an Initiate Warlock a few weeks ago.¡±


    Atell nearly bit through his tongue as Raiden¡¯s words lingered between them.


    ¡°I did¡­¡± Atell muttered. How could he not have? Raiden had become the youngest Warlock in the Aurelian Clan¡¯s history when he broke through into the first Layer at the tender age of 9. It was all anyone talked about for days on end ¡ª even in the caves and fields.


    ¡°What was that?¡± Raiden inquired as he hopped down from the back of his mount. The older followers around him followed suit.


    ¡°I did,¡± Atell spoke through gritted teeth.


    ¡°Then did you also hear that not long after I broke through, my Mother was chosen from among the Gilded Priestesses to become the next Matriarch?¡±


    Atell¡¯s body shook. That was news to him.


    ¡°Get to the point,¡± Atell growled, raising his head.


    Raiden flinched back under Atell¡¯s intense glare. The young Warlock still vividly remembered the beating he took at Atell¡¯s hands a year ago. But that was then... and he was an Initiate now. Faint sparks of white lightning crackled around Raiden¡¯s fists as he straightened his back and stepped forward.


    ¡°Want to know what my Mother and I talked about the other day?¡±


    ¡°What? Atell spat.


    ¡°You!¡± Raiden barked out. ¡°As soon as she becomes the Matriarch, the first thing she¡¯ll do is exile you from the Trion Mountains!¡± Atell trembled as Raiden continued his tirade, ¡°...The current Matriarch was far too soft on your Mother. A mixed-blood like you should have been kicked out along with her, executed even!¡±


    Atell desperately fought back the urge to jump on Raiden and demolish his narrow face. He only held back because the other boy¡¯s lightning gave him an unprecedented feeling of danger¡­ not to mention the salivating Direwolves still encircling them.


    Noticing the other boy¡¯s murderous gaze, Raiden pressed forward. Exile? There was no way the Clan would give a damn about a little slug like Atell toiling away in the mine, and it wasn¡¯t the Matriarch¡¯s decision alone to make anyway. Why would the Clan waste an important laborer? But if he could provoke Atell into attacking first, he and his friends could beat the mixed-blood black and blue without worrying about damaging their prestige. Just as Raiden was opening his mouth to speak, a frustrated shout echoed across the field.


    ¡°Raiden! Hurry up! Everyone¡¯s waiting for you outside the mine!¡±


    Raiden¡¯s cold grey eyes swept across Atell one final time before hopping back onto his Direwolf.


    ¡°I¡¯ll let you off the hook today. You crude Troll-Bloods actually accomplished something useful for once.¡± Raiden took off towards the others, leaving his parting words hanging frozen in the icy air.


    Atell¡¯s eyes remained glued to Raiden and his goons until they slunk out of sight into the mine. Confusion and anger twisted his stomach into a painful knot. He still had words he wanted to say to the boy. Numerous insults jumbled together on his tongue but there was no one around to listen, so he could only swallow them down regretfully.


    Too many strange events had occurred today. For once, sinking down into the dark and quiet of the caves seemed awfully appealing to Atell. With that in mind, he hurried off towards home.

 Chapter 2

    Bare feet padded softly across a rough stone floor as a scrawny black-haired youth leaped over puddles and slid between jagged stalagmites. Bulbous blue mushrooms and the patches of yellowish moss clinging to the walls glowed softly, scarcely illuminating the surroundings.


    As he wove his way through the damp corridors beneath Mount Stormpeak, Atell reflected on his confrontation with Raiden. He still couldn¡¯t figure out why the older boy constantly sought him out and harassed him. It was clearly more than a petty grudge, and their conflict had begun long before the physical altercation during the celebration at last year¡¯s Harvest Feast.


    ¡®...But why?¡¯ Atell nearly shouted aloud. The Troll-Bloods held the lowest status among the few Demon tribes that had been subjugated by the Aurelians. They never fought for resources and always worked diligently in the mines.


    What¡¯s more, Raiden was considered a holy child now. If not for being a male ¡ª he would have been immediately selected as the Clan¡¯s next leader. The boy had everything. Why must he continue harassing the bastard child of a disgraced priestess? There was nothing to gain.


    Atell¡¯s eyes glistened with tears as his feet carried him mechanically to the small den he shared with his grandfather.


    ***


    ¡°Welcome back,¡± a hoarse voice whispered as Atell brushed past the worn curtain hanging at the dwelling¡¯s entrance.


    ¡°Good evening, Patriarch,¡± Atell replied, bowing slightly. The words casually left his lips but his mind was still absent as he offered the customary greeting.


    In the center of the cramped domed room, a bald old man sat at the protruding slab of stone that served as a table. He stared blankly at a bowl of cold stew; his withered green and brown skin hanging loosely from his bones. One might mistake the geezer for a corpse if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Grandpa Tenshi?¡± Atell temporarily chased away his doubts and discreetly wiped away the wet trails on his cheeks as he took note of the somber frown the man wore.


    ¡°Nothing, child. Just a small disagreement with some of the other old men. You know how we like to squabble.¡± Tenshi spoke slowly and with great effort.


    Atell rushed over and sat down opposite his grandfather. ¡°Grandpa, don¡¯t bother with those unpleasant seniors. They squawk more than the Ravens. You need to eat and save your energy.¡± He placed the idle wooden ladle into his grandfather¡¯s hand as he spoke.


    ¡°Ai... You¡¯re right, of course,¡± the ancient Demon chuckled wryly. ¡°But you need to eat too, little one. Torin is almost twice your size already. He might take over your spot in the Foreman¡¯s crew next season if you¡¯re not careful...¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m still stronger!¡± Atell declared indignantly as a mischievous smile emerged on his grandfather¡¯s wrinkled face. ¡°But what does it matter anyway...?¡±


    ¡°Now, now¡­ You mustn''t think that way, Atell.¡± Tenshi chided. ¡°Our duty is important and I¡¯m relying on you to set a good example for the others.¡±


    ¡°The Aurelians don¡¯t care about us. Why must we work so hard for them?¡± Atell bit back, his earlier anger resurfacing.


    ¡°Atell¡­ we¡¯ve talked about this. Our tribe isn¡¯t strong enough to fend for ourselves in the Hinterlands. The Aurelian¡¯s shelter us, and in exchange ¡ª we work for them. We¡¯ve maintained this relationship with them for decades, just like the Ravens and the Stags.¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± Atell grumbled.


    For a moment, only the soft scraping of Tenshi digging through his bowl filled the air. Atell wrestled with Raiden¡¯s cruel words in his mind once more as he struggled to control his animosity. Unwillingness swelled in his chest.


    ¡°One day¡­ I¡¯ll be strong enough. And I¡¯ll protect everyone instead.¡±


    Tenshi looked deeply into the child¡¯s vibrant golden eyes as Atell made his declaration. Inside, he saw a vast ocean of determination, but there was also a fit of dense anger churning beneath the surface. He knew of the conflict between Atell and the chosen scion of the Aurelians. And he loathed how powerless he was to assist his grandson with anything more than words. Tenshi did not want the boy¡¯s early years to be consumed by hatred when he had already fought so bravely through the loss of his father.


    Yet¡­ a small part of Tenshi was glad. For he too despised the Aurelian Clan. They had stripped away his potential and youth when they arrived at the Trion Mountains all those years ago and seized control of the region. He wanted nothing more than to see his family regain their independence. Too many of the tribe¡¯s youths knew of nothing but the caves beneath Stormpeak and the shackles of the mine. The elders were passive ¡ª satisfied with maintaining the status quo. Among them all, Atell shone like a solitary star. He was intelligent, ambitious, forthright¡­ and likely the tribe¡¯s only hope of returning to a steady life on the surface. To roaming freely through the wilds.


    Anger was a dangerous spark of motivation, but Tenshi believed that it held the potential to bring about a great change. And the tribe desperately needed a change... for ominous clouds loomed on the horizon.


    ¡°I know you will, Atell. Your father did too.¡± Tenshi smiled gently at the bright child. ¡°Now go get some food. There is something I must give you after we finish supper.¡±


    ¡°A gift?¡± Atell asked, his curiosity piqued.


    ¡°Not just a gift, a blessing. Now hurry on.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Grandfather!¡± Atell shouted as he ran off towards the large cavern where food was distributed.


    ***


    After retrieving his meal, Atell wolfed it down with unprecedented speed.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s not going anywhere, child.¡± Tenshi laughed.


    Atell rolled his eyes. The toothy grin his grandfather had been sporting throughout the meal made it apparent he was just as eager. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°Alright, well I¡¯m done anyway. So... what¡¯s this ¡®blessing¡¯?¡±


    ¡°One moment.¡± Tenshi¡¯s smile nearly stretched to his eyes.


    The old man sprung up from his seat with grace and ease that belied his decrepit appearance. He strode over to the opposite end of the room with a single step and swept past the curtain hiding his quarters.


    Atell craned his neck, hoping to catch the first glimpse. ¡®Could it be a medicinal herb of some kind?¡¯ That was his best guess. Herbs were a rare commodity in the caves. Used to help cleanse the body and improve a person¡¯s foundation. But even then¡­ the herbs weren¡¯t this special.


    At least a few times every year, the Trolls would conduct discreet trades with the Stags who cultivated the fields. Therefore, it wasn¡¯t too strange to see a few stalks of Thunder Cress or Bloodthistle make their way into the hands of some of the tribe¡¯s promising youths. These trades were the only means by which the small tribes could produce the occasional Witch or Warlock.


    Before Atell had time to think further on the matter, Tenshi emerged. Cupped in his hands was a small bundle of cloth. With utmost care, the Patriarch unraveled the bundle, exposing the small chunk of amber inside. As soon as the fossil was exposed to the air, it emitted a faint pulse of light and energy.


    ¡°W-Wha¡­¡± Atell mumbled in a daze. He knew right away this small object was far more extraordinary than any medicinal herb he had ever seen.


    If the first pulse of energy wasn¡¯t proof enough of this item¡¯s uncommon nature, the second and third certainly were. Atell drew closer, attracted by the strange force. Tenshi lowered his hands to allow the boy a better look.


    A writhing ball of deep crimson energy was contained inside the amber. The orb struggled to maintain its form but it fluctuated steadily, producing a burst of energy with every rhythmic expansion and contraction.


    ¡°This¡­ is a Heartstone. A resource so precious that the Aurelians might kill us just for sparing it more than a glance,¡± Tenshi declared.


    ¡°T-Then put it away!¡± Atell covered up his grandfather¡¯s hands in a panic.


    ¡°Settle down, we¡¯re safe here,¡± Tenshi assured with a laugh. ¡°I only wanted you to understand how valuable this object is. Now take it.¡±


    ¡°Well, what does it do?¡± Atell accepted the Heartstone in a daze. The crystal seemed to tug at his very soul, slowly pulling him in into its depths.


    ¡°Heartstones contain Flux Essence, a rare amalgamation of Nether and Origin Energy. Absorbing it will broaden and temper your Origin Channels ¡ª going further than simply improving your foundation... the Flux Essence can increase a person''s potential.¡±


    Tenshi¡¯s explanation barely registered in Atell¡¯s consciousness. The man''s voice felt distant and muffled like he was listening to his Grandfather while underwater.


    It took a concentrated effort to rip his gaze from the object. Only after he broke free from his trance did Atell realize he was sweating profusely. His hands felt like they were burning as he covered up the Heartstone in an effort to calm his nerves.


    ¡°Grandpa, this feels¡­ dangerous.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, child. The Heartstone can¡¯t bring you any harm. Your mind was likely just overwhelmed by the dense concentration of foreign energy.¡±


    The profound nature of the Heartstone continued to astound Atell. ¡°You said that Flux Essence is a mixture of the two Celestial Energies... But how could Nether Energy appear here?¡±


    Tenshi sighed, ¡°I¡¯m certain that there must be a Shard lying deep beneath Stormpeak¡­¡±


    ¡°...A Shard?¡± Atell interjected.


    ¡°You¡¯ve heard the elders spin tales of the Scourges and Corruption?¡± Tenshi asked. Seeing Atell¡¯s faint nod, he continued. ¡°Well, when the twisted souls invade our Plane ¡ª they do so through the Shards. The scattered portals connected to the Nether Realm.¡±


    ¡°Then isn¡¯t it dangerous down here! W-We¡­ We should have everyone evacuate!¡± Atell¡¯s voice grew frantic.


    ¡°The Shards are dormant for now,¡± Tenshi assured. ¡°It¡¯s only been a few centuries since the previous Incursion. Plus, the Aurelians should be able to easily handle any stray ghouls or monsters that may emerge in the meantime.¡±


    ¡°But what about our work¡­?¡± Atell finally understood why they¡¯d been dismissed from the mine earlier.


    ¡°Aye, that¡¯s where the issue lies,¡± Tenshi sighed, his gaze clouded by doubt. ¡°If a source of Heartstone has been exposed, then the tunnels have nearly encroached upon the Shard. But that¡¯s not an issue for the young ones like yourself to worry over. I¡¯ll be handling those matters with the Aurelians. For now, we must get back to the matter at hand.¡± Tenshi¡¯s eyes roamed back to toward the small bundle in Atell¡¯s hands.


    Hesitantly, Atell exposed the Heartstone once more. The amber¡¯s mesmerizing presence was greatly diminished now that he was mentally prepared.


    ¡°H-How do I go about absorbing it?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll drink the liquified energy inside. Now, let me just find¡­¡± Tenshi¡¯s voice trailed off as he returned to his quarters, rummaging around for a minute before he returned with an awl and a small rock hammer.


    ¡°Now, give it here.¡±


    Atell handed over the Heartstone, watching with great interest as the old man proceeded to hammer the awl into the amber. When the sharp prick reached the core of energy, Tenshi hurriedly removed the awl and shoved the Heartstone towards Atell¡¯s face.


    ¡°Quick, drink!¡±


    A wave of heat gushed outward from the tiny hole as Atell snatched the Heartstone and brought it towards his lips. Trickling forth, the scalding, viscous liquid entered his mouth, flowing like lava down his throat.


    Suddenly, Atell was struck by a bout of dizziness as the last drop of purified Nether Energy escaped its amber cage. His mind seemed eager to flee from his body as his organs struggled to contain the boiling mass of energy. Unable to quell the rising tide, Atell yielded to the energy. Dark flames surged through his circulatory system, but to his amazement ¡ª they brought no pain. Rather, the constantly shifting sensations felt oddly familiar¡­ That kind of vague recognition, constantly gnawing at the back of his mind, set the boy on edge.


    His will battled against oscillating temperatures. One moment, his body felt drained from overheating, only to soon feel like he had suddenly been submerged in a snowdrift the next. Atell quickly grew weary from the constant struggle. It was only Tenshi''s steadfast presence by his side that allowed him to continue onwards without fear.


    Eventually, Atell was able to dismiss his remaining apprehensions, allowing himself to sink into a trance as time crawled onwards.


    The reforging of his Channels continued on for some time, late into the night. Tenshi observed the process patiently, ready to assist his beloved grandson at a moment¡¯s notice. If the Elders knew he had allowed Atell to use the Heartstone, the tribe may very well descend into chaos. There were already those who were in favor of handing it over to the Aurelians, let alone allowing a non-Initiate to absorb it. However, Tenshi couldn¡¯t allow the efforts of those who had gone through great lengths to secure the resource under the Aurelian¡¯s noses go to waste.


    In the eyes of others, Atell¡¯s mixed heritage hindered his potential; but Tenshi knew that was far from the truth. The boy was nimble and fast, not unfavorable traits... but the Troll-Bloods were valued as laborers due to their great strength, stamina, and natural recovery. Yet, despite the boy¡¯s frail appearance, Atell surpassed his peers in those categories as well.


    Therefore, Tenshi was willing to bet it all on this child. Irth was too simple-minded and the other candidates too cowardly. Placing all of the tribes'' hopes on this boy was unfair, but the Hinterlands were violent and merciless ¡ª righteousness and rationality had little use here. Atell would either rise like the sun or the tribe would be drowned in the darkness.


    Lost in his thoughts, the old Patriarch failed to notice Atell¡¯s soft snoring for a time. Tenshi smiled warmly at the boy who had fallen asleep still sitting upright. Then, after collecting himself, he gently lifted the small Demon and carried him off to bed.

 Chapter 3

    Atell woke up with a start. And judging by his natural state of unease, he knew right away he¡¯d overslept.


    Springing up from his straw mattress, Atell rifled through his meager belongings in the dark alcove as he struggled to remember when he¡¯d climbed into bed last night. Hazy memories and feelings were all his half-awake mind could muster. Fortunately, he didn¡¯t require much brainpower in order to find his spare set of linen clothes. But just before he could dash off into the tunnels he was blocked by Tenshi.


    ¡°Slow down, little one. Where are you off to in such a hurry?¡± the old man asked with a faint smile.


    ¡°I-I¡­I¡¯m late for, um¡­¡± Atell scratched his head, finally focusing some of his attention on the present. Although his thoughts were still muddled by drowsiness, a bolt of inspiration struck and he remembered that there wouldn¡¯t be any work for Trolls ¡ª at least for the time being.


    Tenshi laughed as the light of understanding passed through the disheveled boy¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you get some breakfast. In a while, I¡¯ll be hosting a gathering alongside the Elders to let the other tribesmen know about the current situation. Seeing as you¡¯re already aware, feel free to do as you wish today. Just steer clear of the mines and be back sometime this afternoon. The earlier the better.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Grandfather.¡± Relieved, Atell exhaled a deep breath. He knew he still had a lot on his mind that he still needed to sort through.


    After seeing the Patriarch off, Atell retrieved some dried meat and diced mushrooms from their storage and directly left for the surface.


    ***


    A thin layer of grey clouds covered the sky as Atell trudged up the familiar trail that wound its way up the rear of Mount Stormpeak. He was intimately familiar with the area and thus had no trouble finding the path despite the snow. None of the stray rocks or sharp branches ¡ª or even the cold ¡ª could pierce through his tough skin. His body was impervious to the mountain¡¯s obstructions.


    Initially, Atell had ideas of making his way into the village to purchase some fresh treats, but he would only be inviting trouble if Raiden or his pack of followers were out and about. And it always seemed that they were... He supposed it was already enough that he was able to avoid his work for the day and find some time alone.


    As his thoughts continued to wander, Atell climbed at a rapid pace. Soon, the treeline began to thin out, and after an hour or so he arrived at his destination.


    The boy stood at the edge of a narrow ridge about two-thirds of the way up the jagged bluff. He found himself completely engrossed in the scenery as his frayed tunic billowed in the wind.


    Stormpeak had the highest altitude in the surroundings and served as the heart of the Trion Mountains. Its perceived grandeur was the main reason why the Aurelians chose to grant the mountain its name and establish their clan in the area. However, Atell knew that Stormpeak was a mere pretender, a small hill at the southern edge of the Hinterlands. Far to the north lay the truly behemoth peaks where the Eternal Coven claimed dominion.


    Atell cast his gaze in that direction, his eyes wandering over the rocky outcrops protruding amidst the sea of frost-covered pines. Desire stirred deep in his heart as recalled the stories of the Coven¡¯s powerful witches. Women who flew through the sky on the backs of ancient Mana Beasts, calling forth the elements and strange magics to devastate their foes. For a brief moment, Atell regretted being born as a male. If he had been a girl and was selected to join the Coven¡¯s ranks ¡ª how great would that be. He would no longer have to bow to the Aurelian¡¯s rule and could travel as he pleased.


    Unfortunately, that was only the whimsical fantasy of a child. His reality was vastly different, but Atell still enjoyed the occasions when he could find some peace and quiet and indulge himself in such ideas. There was little to no privacy in the caves, so he could only find respite in isolated areas such as this.


    ¡®At least I¡¯ve managed to absorb the Heartstone¡­¡¯ Atell mused. He figured that particular feat was something only he could claim within the Trion Mountains. At least for now...


    If his Grandfather¡¯s knowledge about the resource was accurate, then he would have a massive advantage over his peers when the time came to carve out his Mana Pool, and beyond. At that point, he may even be stronger than Raiden. There was still a glimmer of hope he could cling to. If only he could get his hands on some more Heartstone¡­ maybe his dreams of freedom and revenge wouldn¡¯t stay as such.


    Atell turned around and took a few steps over to a tree trunk that was partially submerged in the snow. After quickly digging around its roots, he reached into a hollow crevice to retrieve the cloth pouch hidden inside. The fabric felt surprisingly warm and soft to the touch as Atell unknotted the drawstring. There wasn¡¯t much inside, only a collection of colorful minerals and a small wooden pipe decorated with holes. Nothing of any real value, but they were his most precious belongings.


    Aside from when he came up to the ridge to greet the sun, Atell most fondly recalled all the times his father had taken him to this location to gaze at the stars. He would sit on his father¡¯s lap, tracing the constellations with his eyes while the man played soft melodies on his flute. The Troll-Bloods certainly weren¡¯t renowned for their nimble fingers, quite the opposite in fact, but that was what made his father¡¯s skill with the instrument so special. And the enthusiastic man made sure to constantly remind Atell of this. Frequently regaling him with tales of how he wooed Atell¡¯s mother ¡ª the exalted Priestess ¡ª  with his musical talent.


    Atell¡¯s own ability with the instrument was subpar at best. He deemed it unlikely that he would be able to use it to attract a mate in the future. Still, he tried to play it on occasion when motivation struck, as it did now.


    A soft whistle carried through the air as Atell blew gently into the mouthpiece. His rendition was rough and uneven, but he was the only one around to listen. As the tune came to an end, Atell continued to linger on the ridge in the ensuing silence. It wasn¡¯t until a garbled growl emerged from his stomach that he finally packed up and left.


    ***


    Upon his return to the caves, Atell found his Uncle waiting for him outside of his dwelling.


    ¡°Atell! You¡¯re back,¡± Irth exclaimed, the wrinkles of concern on his forehead loosening.


    ¡°Uncle, you¡¯ve been waiting for me?¡±


    ¡°Mm, I was just about to head out to look for you. Luckily, I decided to wait here a bit longer.¡±


    ¡°What do you need me for?¡± Atell inquired, a bit curious. ¡°I thought everyone would be busy with the meeting for a while.¡±


    ¡°Aye¡­ Well, the Aurelians came by earlier. They announced that they¡¯ll be holding a banquet tonight to celebrate the discovery of the Heartstone source. Patriarch and a few others went off to discuss the details while the rest of us were gathered to set everything up in the Temple Plaza. If you have nothing else, we should set off right away.¡±


    ¡°Do¡­ Do we still have to go if everyone else is already taking care of it?¡± Atell squirmed a bit under his Uncle¡¯s gaze.


    ¡°Atell¡­¡± Irth warned. ¡°The Patriarch said specifically that he would like to see you there¡­ And you know how some of the Aurelians like to pay you special attention. Your absence will only give them more reason to criticize. It¡¯s best to face it head-on.¡±


    Atell sighed. He knew he wouldn¡¯t be able to get out of this. ¡°Alright, I just need to grab some proper clothes and then I¡¯ll be ready.¡±


    ¡°Very well,¡± Irth replied, satisfied with the boy¡¯s answer.


    After changing into his only set of clothes not filled with rips and holes, Atell set off with Irth. Thankfully, the Aurelians had decided to hold the banquet outside the temple, rather than all the way out in the village. It was only a short walk from the caves over to the broad staircase leading up the southwestern face of Mount Stormpeak.


    From a distance, Atell could see numerous small groups approaching the steps to begin their ascent. There were male Stag-Bloods, with their prominent antlers, leading their families... Aurelians charging over atop their Direwolves... And even a congress of Ravens that begrudgingly descended to the ground to complete the remainder of the journey on foot. It was a rare occasion to see all the tribes of the Trion Mountains gathering in one place; such an event would normally lend itself to a festive atmosphere, but today that was hardly the case.


    Hushed whispers flitted back and forth underneath the strained silence that covered the procession of Demons. Only the Aurelians seemed ignorant of everyone¡¯s unease, calling out joyfully to each other as they gathered.


    As Atell and Irth joined the parade heading towards the temple, they likewise shared a hushed exchange.


    ¡°Uncle Irth¡­ why does everyone seem so nervous?¡±


    Irth¡¯s gaze flickered around briefly before he replied, ¡°The leaders of the three tribes met earlier with Aurelians before the banquet was announced. Patriarch¡¯s goal was to urge everyone to keep matters of the Heartstone quiet. Yet¡­ here we all are.¡±


    ¡°Why so? I know the Heartstone is valuable but¡­?¡± Atell¡¯s voice trailed off as he struggled to piece together the issue.


    ¡°The Coven, Atell. Their influence doesn¡¯t normally reach this far south, but the Patriarch is worried they may extend a hand if word leaks out. The Aurelians have only claimed territory in the Hinterlands within the last century and may be ignorant of the danger¡± Irth explained.


    ¡°Could it be they haven¡¯t heard stories of the Witches? Will there be an attack!?¡± Due to his surprise, Atell forgot to control the volume of his voice. A few of the nearby Ravens shot the pair disapproving glances as they hurried by. Irth glared back at them before he grabbed Atell¡¯s arm and dragged him to the edge of the staircase.


    ¡°Quiet, Atell,¡± he warned. ¡°Its true that the Aurelians aren''t entirely unaware of the Coven¡¯s power. Either they¡¯re overestimating themselves, or... they¡¯re already resigned to the fact that the Coven will seize the mines.¡±


    ¡°What will we do then?¡±


    ¡°What can we do?¡± Irth shrugged. ¡°Best we leave it to the Patriarch to decide.¡±


    ¡°I guess¡­¡± Atell¡¯s shoulders slouched as he sighed. He hated that the Trolls were so powerless in this situation. He was only somewhat placated by the fact that the Ravens and Stags shared the same fate. Suddenly, a soft smack landed on the back of his head.


    ¡°Ow!¡± Atell exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot.


    Irth smiled down at the boy and tussled his hair. ¡°What¡¯s the use of worrying so much about something outside of your control? You¡¯ll wind up with more wrinkles than your grandfather at this rate.¡±


    Atell was unamused by the man¡¯s joke. ¡°I can¡¯t help it¡­¡± he muttered under his breath.


    A familiar warm hand clasped Atell¡¯s shoulder as Irth knelt down to meet his lowered gaze. ¡°Face what¡¯s in front of you, child. Do what you can with what you have. Even the wise Oracles can¡¯t always accurately predict the future. Us Trolls are tougher than others give us credit for. We¡¯ll all make it through this together.¡±


    Atell inhaled a deep breath and squared his shoulders.


    ¡°Good,¡± Irth chuckled. ¡°Now let¡¯s go. I¡¯m sure the Patriarch has been anxiously waiting for you.¡±


    With a pat on the back, Irth urged the boy up the remaining distance. It didn¡¯t take long for them to reach the wide plateau where everyone was gathered.


    Typically, only the Gilded Priestesses or the Aurelian youths undergoing their Initiate rites were allowed access to this area. This was understandable considering the Auric Wolf¡¯s Temple contained the clan¡¯s Ancestral Totem and the archives detailing the Clan¡¯s innermost secrets. But it just made Atell all the more curious as to why they chose to hold the gathering here today, rather than in the village square.


    He gazed around curiously as they reached the top of the stairs. It was his first time visiting the Temple Plaza. Regrettably, what he saw left him somewhat disappointed. The ground flattened out conspicuously, indicating the plateau¡¯s man-made nature, and in the plaza¡¯s center was a broad, circular platform composed of dull grey stone ¡ª behind which loomed the temple. Simple wooden columns supported the entablature which depicted various scenes of a massive wolf hunting feeble prey in the wild.


    It all looked very rustic and... subdued. Atell had been expecting something more ostentatious. According to what he knew, the Aurelians were a proud and wealthy Clan. But everything he saw today seemed to tell another story. Possibly another reason they disallowed outsiders from viewing the temple, he mused.


    Suddenly, a shout caught his attention.


    ¡°Atell! There you are,¡± Tenshi exclaimed as he strolled through the bustling crowd of Troll-Bloods who were setting up the long tables and seats on the platform.


    ¡°Greetings, Patriarch.¡± Irth bowed. Atell hurriedly followed his example.


    ¡°Thank you for looking after him, Irth. I¡¯ll have to trouble you again to help out with the preparations.¡±


    ¡°Of course, Patriarch.¡± Irth immediately stepped away to assist a group of youths who were struggling to lift a table.


    Tenshi swept up Atell into his stride, moving them to a more isolated area.


    ¡°Did you speak to Irth about what took place last night?¡± the old man inquired.


    ¡°About the He¡­¡± Atell¡¯s words were cut off as Tenshi hurriedly placed his hand over the boy¡¯s mouth. Quickly understanding the point, Atell shook his head.


    ¡°Good. And under no circumstances shall you speak of that to anyone else, understand?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Grandfather,¡± Atell replied with a little less resolve than Tenshi desired.


    ¡°Atell... Never. No matter what.¡±


    Atell nodded as his mouth drew a hard line. His grandfather rarely ever spoke with such severity.


    Just as Atell had acquiesced, the banquet¡¯s guests of honor arrived on the scene. The proud Matriarch stood at the forefront of the group. Her glacial eyes swept over the plaza, emitting a tangible pressure to all who entered her sight. Directly behind her were the five Gilded Priestesses. These women, adorned in their ornate gold-trimmed ceremonial robes, chatted quietly amongst themselves. It was almost as if they deemed the tribes gathered in the plaza unworthy of their attention. Finally, Atell spotted Raiden amongst the elite members of the clan bringing up the rear. He quickly looked away from the boy, unwilling to make unnecessary eye contact.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    The groups of Stags and Ravens gathered around the plaza abruptly ceased their chattering and stood at attention. Only the Trolls frantically continued their work under the Aurelian Matriarch¡¯s stern gaze.


    Atell noticed Tenshi giving him a deep look before the old man left his side. He frowned as he watched his grandfather bow to the Matriarch, doing his utmost to placate the woman.


    If there was one person Atell hated almost as much as Raiden ¡ª it was the Matriarch. She was his maternal grandmother, yet she had never once spoken a word to him. The woman had even gone so far as to exile her own daughter from the clan.


    Tenshi had warned him once that the Matriarch limited her interactions with him for his own good, but it seemed so unnecessary. All of it was stupid. Especially, the rigid hierarchy and social systems of the clans and tribes. Everyone was bound to some meaningless sense of honor and duty based on their status. Atell never understood why people couldn¡¯t just live as they pleased. Maybe that idea was a result of his father¡¯s influence, but he too believed it made a lot of sense.


    Feeling himself getting worked up, Atell released a series of deep breaths to calm his nerves. It was an action instilled into him by Tenshi, and a necessity every time he came across Raiden or the Matriarch.


    After somewhat calming himself down, Atell realized that the preparations for the banquet were all but complete. The tables were set as the Raven¡¯s laid out the food and the Stags began to distribute the wine and drinks.


    Atell continued to subdue his anger as he jostled through the crowded plaza, making his way over to the corner table where the other members of his tribe were gathering. His presence went largely unnoticed by others due to his small stature, but this trait he normally viewed favorably,  spelled his misfortune on this day. About halfway over to his destination, Atell collided with a distracted woman. She had marched over, reaching out towards a platter of wine when the impact nearly knocked her onto her rear. Atell¡¯s heart sunk to depths of his stomach as he was confronted by the all too familiar ceremonial robes.


    ¡°I-I¡¯m terribly sorry, Honored Priestess. I wasn¡¯t watching my step.¡± Atell uttered an apology with utmost haste.


    Initially, the Priestess seemed surprised that she had ended up worse off in the collision than anything else, but the shock in the woman¡¯s eyes was quickly replaced by a look of understanding that rapidly transformed into wrath. Atell found her sequence of facial expressions to be extremely odd, he knew he¡¯d never seen this woman before and her reactions were too dramatic for such a minor incident.


    ¡°You! How dare you!¡± The narrow-faced woman¡¯s shrill voice pierced through the clamor of the crowd, immediately drawing everyone¡¯s attention.


    Atell lowered his head, unsure how to respond. He¡¯d already offered an apology¡­ what more could he say?


    Another outraged voice followed the woman¡¯s shriek, ¡°Little slug, you did this on purpose!¡±


    ¡®Raiden!¡¯ Atell lamented in his mind. ¡®It just had to be¡­¡¯


    ¡°I swear! It was an accident!¡± Atell clarified, now noticing the dark maroon stain on the woman¡¯s otherwise unblemished robe.


    ¡°Someone get this filthy mixed-blood out of here this instant! Bernard, give this boy a beating and toss him into a holding cell for the night.¡± The Gilded Priestess demanded. Raiden snickered by her side.


    ¡°Enough, Aster!¡± A stern voice resounded through the plaza before the guard at Aster¡¯s side could make his move. ¡°You would cause a grand commotion for something so inconsequential?¡±


    The Matriarch¡¯s cold eyes drilled into the woman whose face drained of blood.


    ¡°M-Matriarch¡­ this boy intended me harm!¡± Aster blustered.


    Grumbles rolled through the crowd following her claim. Not a single person present believed a small child still in the Foundation Stage had intentions of attacking a Priestess during a banquet, let alone the ability to harm one. Even Raiden¡¯s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.


    ¡°I won¡¯t hear another word of this. We are gathered here to celebrate an auspicious occasion, not to cater to your petty squabbles. Don¡¯t make me regret my prior decision¡­¡± The Matriarch warned.


    ¡°Y-Yes, Matriarch!¡±


    ¡°Raiden, escort your Mother into the temple. There are plenty of spare robes in the storage.¡±


    ¡°Right away, Matriarch!¡± Raiden bowed and hurried off with his mother. Both of them seemed eager to vacate the area.


    The old Matriarch snorted and returned to her position in the seat of honor. The atmosphere was tense, to say the least, as Atell hid in between Irth and his grandfather at their corner table.


    Luckily, the wine was poured generously, and it wasn¡¯t long before laughter and sounds of merriment filled the air. At least it appeared that all the guests were enjoying themselves on the surface, many just indulged themselves in order to forget their worries.


    Atell, in particular, struggled to placate his unease. Largely due to the pair of venomous eyes that observed his every move throughout the evening. He knew that Raiden would be upset over what had transpired earlier, but he didn¡¯t think the boy would be so single-minded in antagonizing him.


    Unable to bear the constant pressure, Atell snuck a glance at the perpetrator. Much to his surprise ¡ª it was the Priestess, rather than Raiden, who still bore him ill will. A chill crept down his spine as he swiftly turned away. Atell¡¯s instincts told him that the woman¡¯s hatred ran much deeper than her son¡¯s. What he¡¯d done to offend the two so greatly was still beyond his comprehension.


    Atell¡¯s blood boiled with anger. Why was he the one who constantly had to bow and beg their forgiveness when he¡¯d done nothing wrong in the first place! He whipped his head back around to glare at the Priestess. Their eyes locked, neither willing to yield until a man seated next to Aster distracted her with a conversation.


    From his seat he could clearly hear the man showering Aster with words of praise, further inciting Atell¡¯s ire.


    ¡°Lady Aster, this truly cannot be a coincidence. Just as Raiden has been deemed as the Promised Son, a source of Heartstone has been uncovered as well. Your pedigree has blessed the Clan. Our future will be limitless under your lead.¡±


    Raiden¡¯s smug smile was a perfect replica of his mother¡¯s as others at the table joined in.


    ¡°Marc¡¯s words are correct. Raiden has successfully inherited the Auric Wolf¡¯s scripture. In a few years, none will be his match.¡±


    ¡°Indeed! With him leading the younger generation, our return to the Dynasty is assured,¡± A gaudy woman added. Mumbles of agreement rippled through the table.


    The thick wooden spoon in Atell¡¯s hand snapped as his indignation peaked. He understood that those flatterers were merely feeding Aster¡¯s ego, but he found their words hard to dismiss.


    ¡°Ignore them, Atell¡± Tenshi urged, passing him a new spoon.


    ¡°Patriarch is right. Those Aurelians only have thoughts of the future and will be ill-prepared to handle the present dangers,¡± Irth added.


    Atell squirmed in his seat as a risky idea took root in his mind. Despite what his uncle and grandfather said, he was simply unwilling to put his resentment to rest. It had remained bottled up for too long and he would be unable to seal his fury again unless he took action.


    ¡°Grandfather?¡± Atell spoke up.


    ¡°Yes¡­?¡±


    ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t feel much like eating anymore. Is it okay if I return to the caves?¡±


    Tenshi sighed. Atell was clearly upset, but Tenshi wanted the boy to temper his patience and bearing by attending events such as these. It was understandable that Atell felt slighted and indignant, but if he let such insults overcome his rationality every time¡­ he had a long road of enemies in front of him. However, it appeared the boy was already past the point of return this evening and forcing him to remain at this point wouldn¡¯t solve anything.


    ¡°If that is what you wish, I will have your Uncle escort you home. Irth, I¡¯ll have to trouble you.¡±


    ¡°Not a problem, Patriarch. I¡¯ve never liked these events much myself.¡± Irth smiled.


    Atell glanced at the empty wine glass in Irth¡¯s hands. Having an escort would hinder his new plans a bit, but he knew Tenshi wouldn¡¯t allow him to leave otherwise.


    ¡°Thank you, Uncle.¡±


    Irth responded with a laugh. ¡°It¡¯s no issue. You¡¯ve provided me with a great excuse. Come, let¡¯s be rid of this foolish atmosphere.¡±


    The two stood and bowed to Tenshi. Atell once more felt a lingering gaze on his back as they departed, but this time he didn¡¯t turn to look.


    ***


    ¡°Goodnight. Thanks again, Uncle!¡± Atell waved to Irth as the man¡¯s silhouette disappeared around a corner.


    His eyes flickered with a cold light. Now, it was time for action. Instead of turning to enter his own dwelling, Atell dashed off towards the mess hall.


    A scant few torches illuminated the large, empty cavern as he arrived. Only the tribe¡¯s sole cook still strolled between the stone tables, cleaning up whatever mess had been left earlier in the day.


    ¡°Atell! What brings you here? Didn¡¯t get your fill at the banquet?¡± The man called out to him upon noticing his presence.


    ¡°It¡¯s not that,¡± Atell assured. ¡°The Patriarch just asked me to return a little early in order to prepare some bone relief medicine for him.¡±


    ¡°Aye, it¡¯s that time of year. Seems everyone¡¯s aches and pains started acting up after the last snowstorm¡­¡± The cook sighed. ¡°Well, are you just looking for Brittle Caps, or do you need some assistance with the mixing as well?¡±


    ¡°Just the Brittle Caps,¡± Atell replied with a smile. ¡°I¡¯ve seen him mix the medicine before, so I should be able to handle it.¡±


    ¡°Alright. Well, don¡¯t be afraid to call on me if you need anything else. I¡¯ll have the caps for you in a moment.¡±


    The cook disappeared into the cellar hidden behind the counter where food was normally distributed. True to his word, he returned in short order with a cluster of pale white mushrooms resting in a bowl.


    ¡°Remember to really grind it up as much as possible or it gets tough for those old men to swallow.¡±


    ¡°I will! Thanks, Bun!¡±


    Atell wasted no time snatching the bowl and racing back to his room. Once inside, he grabbed the awl his Grandfather had left sitting out and used the blunt end of it to grind up the Brittle Caps. It didn¡¯t take much effort or strength to turn the white mushrooms into a fine powder.


    Next, Atell retrieved the small flask of wine he¡¯d hidden in his waistband. It was something he¡¯d stolen from a table of Stags on his way out of the plaza. After uncorking the flask, he poured its contents into the bowl of powder. He stirred the wine patiently, trying his best to dissolve as much of the fine granules as possible.


    Finally, he wrung a few drops of sap from some Onia roots into the mixture. The Onia sap had a bitter taste, but he hoped the wine would be strong enough to mask the flavor.


    With his preparations complete, Atell was ready to set his plan into motion. He poured the medicine-infused wine back into the flask and grabbed a small burlap sack that he then slung over his shoulder.


    Atell exited his dwelling, creeping carefully into the tunnels leading towards the surface. His assumption that the banquet would extend late into the night, as was often the case with such events, and it appeared that he was right. He didn¡¯t pass by a single soul on his way out.


    The most difficult part of his initial plan ¡ª stealing the wine ¡ª had already been completed. Now, his success was just a matter of luck.


    The Bone Relief mixture was a popular medicine that the old Trolls had developed to help alleviate their joint pain. Moreover, it had the added effect of making one drowsy, so it was often only taken before going to bed.


    Atell was unsure if wine would dilute the effect or enhance it, but in a worst-case scenario, the guards he intended to offer the wine would either outright refuse or simply be unaffected.


    Still, Atell couldn¡¯t completely suppress his nerves as he approached the mines. He crouched down in some shrubs to observe the situation when was a short distance away.


    Clouds still covered the sky, so the moons were unable to shed their light upon the world. In the inky darkness, it was difficult to determine the exact number of guards, but it looked like there were only two, maybe three men standing in the fringes of the torchlight framing the mine¡¯s entrance.


    Steeling himself, Atell approached with caution, making sure to produce enough noise to alert the guards to his presence.


    ¡°Who goes there!¡± A gruff voice barked out.


    Atell held his hands above his head as he stepped into the wavering light.


    ¡°Kid, what¡¯re you doing out here at this hour?¡± The same man questioned harshly. However, it was evident that some of the tension in his voice had dissipated.


    ¡°I was sent here by Bernard to pass along a gift,¡± Atell announced. He wasn¡¯t sure how well these men knew Bernard, but it was the only name of an Aurelian guard present at the feast that he knew off the top of his head.


    ¡°Bernard¡­?¡± The second man questioned, looking quizzically at the guard who had spoken previously.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t spoken to Bernard since he joined the Gilded Regiment,¡± The man shrugged. ¡°Well, what¡¯s this gift anyway. Hand it over.¡±


    Atell retrieved the flask from his waistband, passing it to the man who was the apparent leader of the two.


    After giving the flask a sniff, the man chuckled. ¡°Who would have thought that bastard Bernard was still looking out for his old comrades.¡± He passed it to the other guard who also sniffed at the bottle before taking a long swig.


    ¡°Whoo, those Stags really do know how to make some good wine. This batch has got quite a kick to it.¡± The man coughed a few times after he swallowed the liquid.


    ¡°Who said you could drink?¡± The leader snatched the flask from the other man¡¯s hands and took a long drag himself. ¡°Thanks, kid.¡± he laughed after loosing a deep belch.


    ¡°Looks like we owe Bernard a favor in the future.¡± The second guard stepped over to Atell and pressed a bronze coin into his palm. ¡°Why don¡¯t you head on back home, it''s too cold out here to be wandering around.¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir. Thank you.¡± Atell bowed graciously and crept back into the shadows as the two men fought over the remaining wine.


    Back in his hiding spot, Atell waited patiently for any signs of the medicine taking affect. It didn¡¯t take long for the two men to drain the flask in turns and return to their original positions. The following minutes passed by slowly.


    Initially, Atell was impressed with their steadiness. Their posture was stiff, appearing alert as they stood at the ready, but he soon noticed that their eyes looked hazy as they stared blankly into the night. Eventually, the leader ¡ª who had managed to claim most of the wine ¡ª started nodding off. Atell¡¯s heart leaped into his throat. He honestly couldn¡¯t believe that the medicine would work. His only worry now was that the man¡¯s companion would take notice before he fell victim as well.


    However, his worries were for naught as the other man¡¯s head also began to bob erratically. In a short while, both men were slumped against the mine¡¯s entrance, their soft snores echoing through the surroundings.


    Cautiously, Atell inched past the men and into the familiar depths. His biggest issue now was that he didn¡¯t know exactly where the Heartstone was located within the mines ¡ª excluding the areas he himself frequented with the Foreman¡¯s crew.


    Time was of the essence, so Atell quickly grabbed a pick from the mine cart and dashed down a tunnel. Truthfully, he hadn¡¯t imagined that he would make it this far. It was a haphazardly organized plan fueled by anger. Now, with a more level head, his willpower began to falter. The only thing keeping him motivated was Aster and Raiden¡¯s pleased grins that had been burned into his memories.


    Atell berated himself for getting distracted. His eyes glowed softly as he scanned the walls. Like many of the Trolls, he¡¯d always had some measure of night vision since birth, and that ability was paying dividends now as he scrounged through the darkness.


    Sadly, no matter where he looked, he couldn¡¯t seem to find any traces of the Heartstone. By his estimations, he¡¯d been searching for nearly an hour. While he didn¡¯t think that the guards would be waking up anytime soon, it was another matter altogether if Tenshi returned to the caves and found him absent. With that in mind, Atell redoubled his efforts.


    Sure enough, his persistence was rewarded. Turning down a narrow passageway, Atell was confronted by a steep downward slope. He slid down the decline and was greeted by a burst of discordant, concentrated energy. Atell shivered. He was intimately familiar with that sensation. His pace quickened by a notch as he ran towards the source.


    At the end of the tunnel, Atell spotted a cluster of amber chunks embedded in the rough gray wall. Each piece of Heartstone pulsed in unison, appearing like the fragmented heart of a primordial beast.


    Atell observed the stones carefully, looking for an appropriate target. His goal was not only to spite the Aurelians by embezzling a portion of their prize but also to find the largest piece in order to improve himself. He knew he didn¡¯t have the time to extract each and every crystal present. Many of them were small to begin with, not much larger than the coin he¡¯d received from the guard earlier. They made the fist-sized chunk he¡¯d absorbed last night appear extravagant.


    Suddenly, something caught his eye. A portion of the wall that connected to the floor was carved away like someone had already taken a pick to it. Atell went over to inspect the damage, and much to his joy, discovered a massive Heartstone nearly the size of his head embedded in the ground.


    It even looked like someone had already worked it loose, but had given up just before the task was completed. Atell was more than willing to finish the job.


    Hefting his pickaxe, he swung down at the edges of the amber, sending dirt and stone flying. After a few minutes of work, he knelt down next to the Heartstone and gripped its edges. With a great heave, Atell exerted all his strength to pull the large chunk free.


    The Heartstone came loose with much greater ease than he anticipated, causing him to tumble backward.


    Atell groaned as he hefted the amber off his chest. As he sat up, a bleak wind suddenly buffeted his face. It felt much different than the pulsing energy. Rather than the oscillating presence of the Flux Essence, the brutal wind spoke clearly of death and decay, and it sunk deep into Atell¡¯s bones. He discovered that he¡¯d never truly felt what it was like to be cold until this moment. With chattering teeth, Atell advanced towards the hole he¡¯d opened up in the ground.


    Another gust of wind sent him reeling. Voices seemed to linger in its wake, calling out him¡­ begging for release. Fear started to take root in Atell¡¯s mind, but he couldn¡¯t collect himself enough to flee or make any sense of the situation.


    The voices grew louder and more pronounced, speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. Atell made an effort to crawl his way out of the tunnel to no avail ¡ª there was no strength left in his limbs.


    Thick strands of darkness, deeper than any night he¡¯d experienced, reached forth from the hole and wrapped around Atell¡¯s limbs. His consciousness screamed for help, but no sounds emerged from his throat. Slowly, his body was consumed by the biting chill as his vision grew dark.

 Chapter 4

    Atell gasped as his eyes opened wide. He greedily inhaled the thin air of the mines as his chest heaved up and down. Surprisingly, his mind was clear. He clearly remembered all that happened, but that did little to prevent his host of fears from swelling like a tidal wave. As they crashed, his eyes darted around frantically to check out the situation.


    Rather than rejoicing for having survived the abysmal cold that had assailed him, Atell began imaging every possible outcome of his current situation ¡ª and none of them were positive. His most immediate worry was that he had no idea how much time had passed while he was unconscious. Looking over at the sizeable lump of Heartstone lying next to him, Atell hesitated.


    If the guards were awake now and he tried to exit with it... he assumed he¡¯d be executed on the spot at worst, apprehended and imprisoned at best. It was in his best interest to just leave it behind, but either way, he couldn¡¯t conjure any reasonable explanation as to why he went foraging in the mines late at night.


    ¡®Idiot!¡¯ Atell cursed himself. In the back of his mind, he¡¯d known that whatever he could gain from stealing the Heartstone was not worth the price he¡¯d have to pay for getting caught. Everything had simply gone too smoothly up until the very last moment, so he¡¯d grown overconfident. Regardless, the entire plan was ill-advised from the start. Tenshi and Irth had urged him repeatedly to only place importance on the words of those he held dear, yet he still insisted on striking back against the Aurelians in this manner after the slightest provocation. It was beyond foolish.


    The Coven had likely already caught wind of the Heartstone vein and were en route to seize the mine anyway. In the end, his actions had only damaged himself¡­ and potentially his entire tribe as well.


    Atell groaned as he pulled at his hair. Salty tears slid down his cheeks. He decided to vent his frustrations for a short while. A few minutes lost wouldn¡¯t make a difference now since he was already screwed. Growls emerged from his lips in succession as he slammed his pickaxe into the wall like a crazed beast. It wasn¡¯t until his arms hung limply at his sides that he finally noticed the cold energy circulating through his body. Atell closed his eyes, focusing internally, and what he found truly sunk him into the depths of despair...


    Every pulse of his blood pushed back against a tide of coiling dark strands that seemed eager to drill into his heart. Atell dropped his pickaxe in a panic. Something was wrong, very wrong.


    His mind blanked as he clutched at his chest where the dark energy was slowly gathering. Atell threw off his shirt to take a look at his body, a stifled breath caught in his throat.


    ¡°No¡­ Please, no¡­¡± Atell muttered out softly. Black ink suffused his veins, clearly visible beneath his pale grey skin. It should have been impossible, but¡­ he was being corrupted, slowly becoming one of the Depraved due to Nether Energy running rampant in his body.


    Stories of Ghouls and other terrifying beings of the Lower Realm often circulated through the tribes. Atell believed they were largely just tales fabricated to scare the children, but he also knew that these stories stemmed from a seed of truth more often than not.


    ¡®But how¡­!¡¯ He nearly screamed. According to what he knew ¡ª no living being of the Ancestral Races could turn into a Ghoul. Only Mana Beasts and the deceased would transform into monsters when exposed to Nether Energy. Clearly, the Aurelians and other tribes hadn¡¯t been overly worried about the presence of the Shard for that very reason. ¡®So how did this happen!¡¯ Atell questioned again.


    He needed answers and his grandfather was the first person who came to mind. Atell put his shirt back on and scrambled over towards the exit; however, just as he reached the steep slope, his instincts screamed out that he was leaving something important behind. The only items remaining behind him were the Heartstone and his burlap sack. Atell took a step back¡­


    ***


    A small humpbacked shadow raced through the trees at the base of Mount Stormpeak. The world was tinged in soft hues of blue and yellow as Syren and Nerys peeked through the gaps in the scattering clouds.


    Fortunately, the night was still young. Atell had been able to sneak back past the sleeping guards on his way out of the mine, which should have been the end of worries... But now he was confronting a completely different concern ¡ª even direr than the previous. He was afraid because he understood that corruption didn¡¯t end upon death; rather, it was just the beginning. The souls of the Depraved would have their connection to the World Tree severed, destined to an eternity of suffering in the frozen depths of the Nether...


    Atell slowed his pace, trying his utmost to calm his frantic heart and mind as he spotted dark figures moving in the distance. Closer inspection revealed them to be stragglers returning from the banquet. The men and women tottered around drunkenly as they filtered into the caves ahead of Atell. Under normal circumstances, he would have waited for an opening to enter undetected, but his impending doom currently dictated otherwise. Indignant shouts and curses entered Atell¡¯s ears as he hastily maneuvered his way to the forefront of the crowd, pushing and sliding between the large bodies.


    Continuing his sprint, Atell arrived at his dwelling in a flash. Tenshi was seated at the table, concern, and anger already etched deeply into his face when Atell burst into the room.


    ¡°Atell! Where have you been?¡± The Patriarchs tone was laced with disapproval.


    ¡°I-I¡­ Grandpa, just look!¡± Atell didn¡¯t know where to start, so he just ripped off his shirt.


    Tenshi¡¯s face drained of color as he stared blankly at the boy. A spider web of dark veins spread across his Atell¡¯s chest, extending down his legs and arms. The network throbbed ominously in the dim light.


    ¡°I-It c-can¡¯t be¡­¡± Tenshi uttered, his voice quivering. ¡°...Atell, h-how did this¡­?¡±


    Atell inhaled a deep breath and got right out with it. He wouldn¡¯t be able to hide anything in this situation. ¡°I went into the mine to steal Heartstone and exposed some sort of cavern or new tunnel when I dug out a piece. I-It must have been too close to the shard, a lot of Nether Energy was leaking out and I collapsed. When I woke back up¡­ it was already like this¡­¡±


    An indiscernible flurry of emotion passed through Tenshi¡¯s eyes. Atell waited, but the old man offered no immediate solution.


    ¡°Grandpa, i-isn¡¯t there something we can do¡­?¡± Fresh tears flooded Atell¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°T-This¡­ I didn¡¯t know such a thing was even possible¡­¡± Tenshi spoke absentmindedly.


    A lump formed in Atell¡¯s throat as despair churned in his stomach. He was desperate for something, anything.


    For a short while, Tenshi was lost in his thoughts. When his head finally rose to face Atell, determination flared in the old man¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°Wh-What is it Grandpa?¡±


    ¡°Not long before you were born, the Matriarch fell ill. None of the Aurelians were able to diagnose her and they even exhausted the Stag Tribe¡¯s supply herbal remedies to no avail. Eventually, they decided to ask for outside help. Through their contacts in the Dynasty, they located a woman who resides somewhere near the center of the Severed Spine. They paid a steep price to purchase her services, and not long after she arrived ¡ª the Matriarch made a full recovery.¡± Tenshi sighed. ¡°She¡¯s the only one I can think of who may have the knowledge to assist you.¡±


    ¡°The Severed Spine is days away. W-Will we be able to make it?¡±


    ¡°You should be able to make it through the southern forest and reach the mountains in three¡­ maybe two days, if you travel with minimal rest. We must pray that¡¯s enough time.¡±


    ¡°Grandpa¡­? Will you not be coming with me?¡± Atell¡¯s voice quaked as fear and doubt gripped his heart.


    ¡°I can¡¯t, Atell. I¡¯ll have Irth accompany you. I must stay here and manage the tribe¡¯s migration. Regardless, my old body wouldn¡¯t be able to keep up.¡±


    ¡°Ev-Everyone¡¯s leaving?¡±


    ¡°Of course, if something like this has happened, we are no longer safe anywhere near the mines.¡± Tenshi rubbed his temple. ¡°It¡¯s only a matter of time until the Coven arrives. We¡¯ll take advantage of the chaos and search for new land to settle.¡± The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°But how will I find you when I come back?¡±


    ¡°I urge you not to return for a time, Atell. It will be too dangerous here. I¡¯ll try and coordinate a means of communication with Irth. ¡±


    ¡°B-But grandpa¡­¡±


    ¡°Atell!¡± Tenshi cut him off with a shout. ¡°There are no other options. Do you think the Aurelians won¡¯t find out what you¡¯ve done!? All it would take is a simple investigation, so we must hope that their attention is focused elsewhere...¡±


    Atell flinched back. He¡¯d never heard his grandfather raise his voice before.


    Tenshi breathed deeply to calm himself down.


    ¡°You need to focus on your own survival, little one. It¡¯s as Irth always preaches, face your immediate problem before you worry about the one on the horizon. Once you make it through this trial, it will only be a matter of time until we reunite in the future. Understand?¡±


    Atell nodded, meekly.


    Tenshi crouched next to him and wrapped him in a tight embrace. The old man¡¯s thin limbs carried only a vestige of their former strength and warmth.


    ¡°Prepare quickly, you must depart right away."


    ***


    ¡°Where to, Uncle?¡± Atell asked.


    Irth paused his steps to double-check the map Tenshi had hastily drawn for him.


    ¡°First, we need to bypass the village and continue southeast towards the river. Once we reach its bank, we¡¯ll continue following it south ¡ª through the forest ¡ª until we reach the Severed Spine. There, our task will truly begin. I¡¯ve only heard the rumors of this mysterious medicine woman. Our best bet will be to find a town or village and ask around.¡±


    ¡°Got it.¡± Atell nodded. All his fears seemed to wither away with his stalwart uncle by his side. The stout Troll was a picture of peace amidst the turbulent storm.


    Atell saw everything when the Patriarch had gone to solicit the man earlier. Irth simply listened to everything Tenshi had to say and then packed his bags without a word. It amazed the boy to no end. When everything was crumbling apart, how could someone remain so calm? He¡¯d always thought his uncle to be a simple man¡­ but he realized now what kind of tremendous willpower accompanied that straightforward attitude.


    Resolution flashed across Atell¡¯s eyes as the two of them crept around the outskirts of the village. Their luck was good, the patrolling guards outside the palisades were few and far between thanks to the celebration. After putting the town behind them, they increased their pace to a steady jog. It wouldn¡¯t be easy to hide their tracks in the field of snow, best to just put as much distance between themselves and any potential pursuers as possible before morning arrived.


    Atell hoped the Aurelians would be too disorganized to immediately pursue, potentially providing them with at least a days head start. Making it to the forest was of utmost priority before then.


    The Direwolf mounts of the Auric Guard possessed incredible speed, but their large frames made it difficult for them to maneuver through the dense pine trees. At that point, the Aurelians would be more likely to pursue on foot, giving Atell and Irth an advantage. The Wolf-Bloods were agile but the Trolls had bottomless stamina.


    Yet all the stamina in the world couldn''t save him if his body deteriorated beyond hope. Atell could already feel the Nether Energy weakening his body. It was a strange feeling. Sweat dripped down his skin, yet he felt like all the heat in his body was gradually being driven out. The contrasting warm fatigue and chill made him feel light-headed and nauseous. But he could only grit his teeth and continue on. Irth had already limited their speed to accommodate him.


    It took them a few hours to finally reach the bank of the Emerald Tributary. True to its name, the churning water appeared a crystalline green under the light of the moons. Atell was only able to pause and admire its beauty for a brief moment before Irth finished filling their waterskins and they continued on their way.


    The pace was relentless and it quickly took its toll on Atell. He was outraged with himself. Normally considered the strongest and hardest worker among his peers, his steps were now scarcely more than a brisk walk. His uncle had already taken it upon himself to carry all their supplies, and even the large chunk of Heartstone, yet he was still the one holding the man back.


    Atell had initially taken responsibility for lugging the massive crystal, but during their momentary break at the tributary¡¯s bank ¡ª Irth had snatched the final burden from his back and slung it over his own shoulders. It may have been better to just dump the hefty stone altogether, but Tenshi encouraged them to bring it along despite its weight because it might be useful as a payment to the medicine woman. The Trolls possessed little of any value otherwise.


    ¡°Gahhh!¡± Atell groaned as his frustrations mounted. ¡°U-Uncle, I don¡¯t think I can continue much longer.¡±


    Irth glanced back over his shoulder but didn¡¯t slow down.


    ¡°Take it one step at a time, Atell. We¡¯ll reach the edge of the southern woods soon and take a short rest there, alright?¡±


    Atell gazed at the dark treeline on the horizon and nodded his head. Every minute that passed brought him closer to a fate worse than death, he couldn¡¯t afford to waste a single second¡­


    ***


    The first rays of sunlight scattered through the branches as Atell collapsed against a tree trunk. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as Irth kneeled by his side and passed him some water.


    ¡°You¡¯ve done great so far. Drink, eat, and rest to regain your strength. I¡¯ll wake you up in a few hours.¡±


    Atell tried to thank the man in between sips, but he couldn¡¯t find the energy to produce any words.


    Irth smiled, understanding the boy¡¯s intentions. However, his face grew solemn as soon as his nephew drifted off to sleep. It had slipped his notice during the night, but now he could clearly see the dark veins already extending up to the child¡¯s neck. He felt anxious every moment they weren¡¯t moving forward, despite knowing that Atell needed rest more than anything else. All he could do was pray the boy would make it through another day.


    ***


    Water dripped down like light rain from the branches overhead as Atell stumbled over another slippery rock. The ground was slick due to the rapidly melting snow. It was already a miracle that he hadn¡¯t twisted an ankle or injured himself more severely. He could clearly see the protruding roots and obstacles in his path, but his legs felt heavy and unresponsive. They just wouldn¡¯t move as he desired.


    In the next moment, his body was lifted into the air. Irth grunted as he slung the boy over his shoulder. Their speed in the woods had slowed significantly. The sun was already past its peak, yet they¡¯d made little progress. It was unfortunate, but Atell would just have to suffer some scrapes and bumps as he carried him.


    ***


    Lying on his back in the mud, Atell whimpered in pain. The chill in his body had crept deep into his bones, locking up his joints and muscles. At this point, he was practically paralyzed and this feeling of powerlessness scared him more than anything else. When he could move ¡ª there was still a trace of hope. Now, the suffocating stress and pain pressed their entire weight down on him.


    A hand that seemed to blaze with a fever pressed against his forehead. Atell could sense Irth rummaging through their packs next to him, but he couldn¡¯t even muster the energy to turn his head to look. He wanted to scream¡­ to yell¡­ to stomp his feet or pound his fists. The frustration was far more agonizing than the cold, but he had no way to vent...


    ¡°Shit!¡± Irth cursed as the Heartstone slid out of its sack, rolling across the ground. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed by dark circles as he scrambled to retrieve it. He wasn¡¯t sure if the fluctuations of energy it emitted would attract any nearby Mana Beasts.


    However, just as he reached out, Irth noticed that Atell¡¯s eyes were suddenly glued to the stone. Yearning suffused the boy¡¯s passionate gaze. Irth hesitated, ¡®Could he¡­ want the Heartstone for something?¡¯ The man had little knowledge of the stone¡¯s uses outside its value, but Atell clearly wanted something from it.


    Irth rolled the stone closer, eliciting a muffled grunt from the boy. Atell¡¯s eyes flickered back and forth between the dull knife hanging from Irth¡¯s waist and the Heartstone. Picking up on the cue, Irth raised his knife above the amber and waited for a sign. The very slight nod from Atell was all the indication he needed to act.


    Striking down with his knife repeatedly, Irth carved a path towards the boiling energy inside as Atell looked on fervently. Finally, at the expense of his only weapon, Irth managed to reach the Heartstone¡¯s core.


    Irth¡¯s arms trembled as he brought the stone towards the boy¡¯s parched lips. Intense heat exploded all around them, but it was already far too late to worry about any trouble it would attract.


    ***


    Agonizing pleasure surged through Atell¡¯s core as he lapped up the blazing Flux Essence. Not all of the precious nectar managed to make it into his mouth, inflicting burns as it dribbled across his face. He saw the conflict in Irth¡¯s eyes as the man struggled to hold the amber steady, but Atell didn¡¯t mind the pain.


    The volume of liquid contained in this Heartstone was nearly three times the amount he¡¯d absorbed previously. Atell wasn¡¯t sure if his body would be able to contain the massive influx of energy to begin with, so some wastage was the least of his concerns. Placing all of his faith in some volatile and invasive substance was dangerous. Still, he had to try something...


    When Atell had felt the Heartstone roll free from the pack, clarity had pierced through his chaotic thoughts. The Flux Essence was calling out to him just like it had the other night. Even if the attempt failed, he thought it was better than slowly sinking into despair in this pit of mud. The Heartstone may have been their only means of potentially paying the woman, but prolonged survival was worth any price.


    It wasn¡¯t long before agony consumed his entire being and Atell was unable to consider the consequences of his actions any further. Fire and ice clashed in his veins, shredding his Origin Channels in the process. It felt like tiny explosions were rupturing his insides wherever the two forms of energy met. Atell clenched his teeth as he lifted his head, coughing steaming blood onto his chest in the process. The constant torment was worse than anything he could imagine, but at least he felt something.


    Atell slowly crawled to his feet.


    ¡°I can keep going,¡± he muttered.

 Chapter 5

    Irth¡¯s mouth hung open as he watched his nephew trudge ahead. Blood trickled from all the boy¡¯s orifices and, even from a distance, he could feel the rabid tides of energy skirmishing beneath Atell¡¯s skin. The pain had to be unbearable... He was worried that whatever was occurring inside the child¡¯s body would only hasten his demise, but as the minutes passed ¡ª the pace of their march only continued to increase until they reached a light jog.


    Irth offered time and time again to carry the boy, but Atell insisted that the movement helped distract him from the pain. However, it was evident that their renewed speed was not due to an improvement in the boy¡¯s condition; rather, it was only a result of the escalation of the conflict inside his body.


    ¡®Please¡­ let the child live¡­¡¯ Irth prayed to whatever gods may be listening. His admiration of Atell grew with every step they took. The strength the boy possessed to continue forward was extraordinary. Irth¡¯s gaze grew sharp as he finally understood why the Patriarch was always willing to withstand criticism and risk so much for his grandson. The boy¡¯s presence and bearing at this moment were heroic. Atell looked like a bloodied, ancient warrior plunging headfirst back into battle¡­ But just like those warriors of old, his end would soon be upon him.


    ***


    Atell stumbled and fell to his knees, heaving blood and what little remained in his stomach onto the snow. The dark blood and bile painted a grim picture on the white canvas as his body failed to repair the mounting damage.


    Through the gaps in the trees, Atell admired the warm trails of color left behind in Helios¡¯ wake. He¡¯d seen many a sunset in his life, but the one he saw now seemed so vivid and beautiful ¡ª almost surreal. Drawn into the scene, he felt his spirit soaring into the sky.


    Suddenly, Irth¡¯s concerned face appeared in front of his own, interrupting his ascent. The man¡¯s mouth moved, but Atell couldn¡¯t make out any of the words. He frowned and coughed up more blood as another violent clash occurred inside his stomach. The melancholy chill began creeping back through his body. It seemed the remaining energy from the Heartstone had finally lost the war¡­ Now, Atell¡¯s mind was stuck in an odd stasis. His soul wanted to return to the sun¡¯s warm embrace, but his body kept sinking deeper into the cold abyss. Which was the right choice? And why couldn¡¯t he just remain here!? It wasn¡¯t time yet to leave his grandfather and the rest of the tribe. He hadn¡¯t even become a Warlock yet...


    Still, Atell was genuinely surprised he¡¯d even been able to make it this far, lasting nearly the entire day. ¡®I tried¡­ I-I tried so hard¡­¡¯


    But it wasn¡¯t enough. They¡¯d nearly managed to reach the base of the mountains that composed the Severed Spine, but they were no closer to locating the medicine woman. As Atell¡¯s vision faded, he thought he heard a faint whispering in the wind. Was it the damned souls of the Lower Realm welcoming a new arrival? He had a vague notion it may be so.


    It was strange, but Atell almost felt like his blood began to boil in anticipation. Power erupted in his chest washing away his pain, but all that newfound strength could do little to make up for the amount of damage and blood loss sustained during the journey.


    Atell smiled in response to the greeting of his new comrades as he sunk into the abyss.


    ***


    Irth slung Atell over his shoulder, yelping in pain almost immediately. A searing heat was pouring out of the boy¡¯s body. Irth set him down and observed Atell¡¯s condition carefully.


    Thin waves of golden light emerged from the youth at irregular intervals. The black network of veins could still be seen, but they seemed frozen in place, unwilling to advance or make any kind of move.


    A faint tremor rippled through Irth¡¯s blood, causing him to flinch back. He felt a clear resonance between him and his nephew, but it was profoundly odd¡­ As he watched the boy, it was almost like he was a child again ¡ª gazing at his father with reverence. Goosebumps crawled over Irth¡¯s skin as he forced himself to look away. Those feelings were disturbing to the grown man, so he busied himself looking for materials to make a stretcher. Urgency quickly replaced the fleeting feelings.


    He figured that wood was likely to be burned by the intense heat Atell was emitting, so he scoured their surroundings for a slab of stone or rock he could drag the boy on. Irth¡¯s desperate search quickly led him to a long and narrow gorge not too far in the distance. The ravine stretched in a straight line all the way up the side of the nearest mountain, almost splitting the peak in half. It was deep enough that he was unable to see its conclusion from the edge. Never before had Irth seen such an unnatural scar in the earth.


    Suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard some faint voices in the distance. Irth crept carefully around the ravine as he struggled to locate the source. While distracted, he failed to notice the large shadow circling him in the nearby trees.


    Dark claws pushed through the slush of snow and mud without making a sound as the beast stalked it¡¯s prey, slowly creeping closer as drool leaked from its mouth. This hunt was far too easy for the experienced ambusher. Unable to contain its excitement, a low growl emerged from the creature¡¯s throat. Irth spun around, but it was too late to react as the monster was already within striking distance. He didn¡¯t even have time to bring his arms up as the dark shadow covered his vision.


    The impact sent Irth flying through the air until he collided with the stout trunk of a tree. He opened his eyes as he sunk to the ground, anticipating a sharp claw or rows of fangs descending towards his throat; however, his demise didn¡¯t arrive as expected¡­ Irth struggled back to his feet, the fierce vitality of an Initiate layer Troll-Blood working to quickly repair his internal injuries.


    ¡°Oh, you¡¯re already able to stand,¡± an amused voice clearly resounded through the forest. ¡°I wanted that injury to serve as a reminder not to wander so carelessly around the Whispering Gorge, but it doesn¡¯t seem like it will leave a lasting scar.¡±


    Irth¡¯s vision was still blurry, but he could faintly make out the figure of a woman standing next to the downed monster. He immediately sunk back to his knees.


    ¡°P-Please¡­ I need some help¡­¡±


    ***


    Atell soon found himself floating in a black, sea-like void. Or at least his mind was, his body was nowhere to be found.


    The inability to move or control himself was odd, but unlike when his body was paralyzed by the Nether Energy, Atell didn¡¯t feel anxious or helpless at the moment. Strangely enough, he wasn''t bothered by it at all. He just felt¡­ apathetic, detached from any form of emotions.


    ¡®Is this the Nether?¡¯ he wondered. It was certainly a dark and desolate place¡­ In fact, there wasn¡¯t much of anything, just a few other stray particles of light swimming around in the waters of nothingness much like he was. ¡®No¡­ probably not.¡¯ Atell¡¯s instincts were telling him he was in a place far different than any of the realms he knew of. The Nether would at least have substance to it ¡ª an eternal land of frost and suffering.


    Here, in this void, was the beginning rather than the end. That is what Atell decided. He was unsure how he jumped to that conclusion himself; however, as time slowly passed¡­ the first seed of emotion took root in his mindscape. Anticipation. There was something he was looking forward to. What it was and when it would occur still remained a mystery, but he knew it would be a grand spectacle.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Days¡­ weeks¡­ maybe even year passed as he rolled through the tides of time. There was no telling how long he waited, yet his eagerness was only heightened by the gap.


    Eventually, he noticed a form taking shape above him. An indistinct mass of land was forming atop the primal sea. From its surface rose the hazy silhouette of a man. The man paused for a moment, gazing down upon the void like a king observing his domain. Atell felt his heart pounding as the man¡¯s eyes swept over him. An overwhelming feeling of reverence and devotion surged through his mind.


    Satisfied with what he saw, the man nodded once and opened his mouth wide. Atell thought that the man may be calling out to him, but instead, the figure spewed forth the wind and the rain.


    For the first time, Atell felt something other than his own desires in the dark sea. His mind reacted subconsciously, attempting to breathe in the air as he felt it carry traces of moisture across his nonexistent skin. He looked back up at the man who had created something out of nothing. What kind of being could wield such power? It went far beyond what he expected even Gods were capable of.


    His fervent gaze went unnoticed by the man who suddenly collapsed back into the earth. Atell despaired¡­ and then grew furious as the man¡¯s children ignored his peril. They flew around the void giving birth to the earth and the sky as their father slept. Atell could only watch as the water and air continued to intertwine eventually creating the children that would rule over the world they had formed.


    Life flourished under the watch of these children. One rose up into the sky to watch from above while his brother was banished to the underworld to guide the departed souls. Another of the children remained in the land to control the weather¡­


    At this point, Atell knew that he was witnessing the advent of a new Plane. And sure enough, the light of the World Tree soon extended its roots into the earth.


    When this occurred the man who had started it all finally awoke. Everything that had happened was laid bare before his eyes and he was angered by his children¡¯s procreation in his absence. The man stepped into the new Plane¡¯s underworld from the void and greeted its ruler. This child of the dead had been betrayed just like he was. Once ruling alongside his brother on the earth until he was murdered and damned to the underworld to judge the dead.


    The creator spoke with the king of the underworld at length. Atell couldn¡¯t make out what was being said, but judging by their grave expressions ¡ª it likely involved the fate of the Plane itself. After concluding their discussion, the creator rose into the sky, joining the child who shed light upon the land and merging himself into the sun.


    When this occurred, a massive change took place in the Plane. The creator quickly exerted his new control over the world''s light, forcing it to descend from the sky. For the first time ever, the earth was plunged into darkness as the sun sunk below the horizon.


    And as night blanketed the world, so too did the darkness obscure Atell¡¯s vision¡­


    ***


    ¡°Hey, kiddo,¡± a soft voice drifted into Atell¡¯s ears as his eyelids fluttered open.


    His mind was overwhelmed by the tangled mess of emotions and memories of his final moments that quickly resurfaced. However, there was also an uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut like he was forgetting something important...


    ¡°...Am I¡­?¡± Atell¡¯s incomplete question lingered in the air.


    ¡°Shh, It¡¯s okay. You¡¯re safe now.¡± Warm hands wrapped around Atell¡¯s own. They were soft and slightly wrinkled, but he felt greatly comforted by their presence. His gaze still hadn¡¯t left the wooden beams crisscrossing underneath the ceiling. Atell was initially afraid to look around and find himself in the presence of a Fiend or something far worse. Death had seemed like a foregone conclusion.


    Sky blue eyes stared into his own as Atell turned his head. His entire body quaked in the presence of the mature woman¡¯s gentle smile. Whimpers emerged unbidden from his throat. He tried his best to fight back against them, he¡¯d been crying far too much recently. Something he¡¯d vowed never to do again after his father passed. Try as he may, the surging relief and joy only intensified his sobs.


    The woman continued to gently stroke his hand as all his pent-up emotions were released. Minutes passed by before Atell was finally able to collect himself enough to speak.


    ¡°M-My u-uncle¡­ Wh-where is¡­?¡± It was difficult to express himself through the choked sobs.


    ¡°Your uncle is fine. He¡¯s already explained to me all that happened,¡± The woman replied.


    ¡°C-Can I see him?¡± Atell asked between more hiccups.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid not. He already left weeks ago to return to your tribe with the news.¡±


    ¡®Weeks ago¡­?¡¯ Those words struck Atell like a bolt of lightning.


    ¡°I¡¯ve¡­ How long have I been asleep?¡±


    ¡°Hmm¡­¡± The woman considered the question for a moment. ¡°...It¡¯s now the 4th week of Spring, so¡­ about 11 weeks, I¡¯d say.¡±


    Atell¡¯s mind blanked as he struggled to comprehend the answer.


    ¡°...H-How?¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s not too strange for a Demon to enter a dormant state when undergoing a Bloodline Awakening. I think yours was only so long because your body had to completely repair itself in addition to undergoing the changes brought about by the advent of true blood.¡±


    The woman¡¯s response only led Atell towards a multitude of new questions. He¡¯d never heard of the Bloodline Awakening she spoke of. More importantly, there was the matter of who she was, where they were, and so on.


    ¡°...You¡¯ve got guts, kid,¡± The woman continued as Atell contemplated silently. ¡°I mean, pitting that kind of volume of Flux Essence against the Nether Energy inside your Origin Channels¡­ In the best case scenario for anyone else they would have been completely crippled. Most would have just imploded.¡±


    ¡°I had no other choice.¡± Atell wasn¡¯t exactly sure why he suddenly spoke up to defend himself.


    ¡°That¡¯s not entirely true, is it?¡± The woman grinned. Her smile felt uncharacteristically childish considering her age. ¡°You could have just let it be. Let the Nether Energy run its natural course, so to speak. But... I¡¯m not sure how far along the Corruption was, so it¡¯s difficult to say if you would have made it to the gorge had you not¡­¡± she trailed off.


    ¡°So¡­ am I cured?¡±


    ¡°Should be. I¡¯ve only ever worked with the Corruption once before ¡ª some idiot who let his contracted Mana Beast wander too close to a Shard. Anyway, your case was relatively easy. Your Awakening greatly suppressed the Nether Energy, so it wasn¡¯t difficult to extract.¡±


    Atell¡¯s chest deflated as he released a deep breath.


    ¡°Do you¡­ Do you know how it may have happened? I thought only the dead could be corrupted by Nether Energy.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not entirely wrong. That Shard near your home is actually a Gate¡­¡± Before Atell could speak up, the woman continued. ¡°...I¡¯m assuming you don¡¯t know what a Gate is?¡±


    Atell nodded.


    ¡°A Gate is just an active Shard. In between the Incursions, not all Shards return to a dormant state. Some remain connected to the Lower Realm and release dense amounts of Nether Energy that can even infect the living if ingested in concentrated doses. Well, only the living that haven¡¯t formed their Mana Pools yet,¡± the woman clarified. ¡°So all in all, a pretty rare occurrence.¡±


    ¡°T-That¡¯s¡­¡±


    ¡°...Very dangerous. Don¡¯t worry, I already reported the matter to the nearest City Administrator, considering the Gate¡¯s proximity to the Dynasty. Between them and the Coven, it shouldn¡¯t have been difficult to seal up. Although, I¡¯d say the conflict for the remaining Heartstone will be more dangerous and violent than any Gate could be right now¡­¡±


    Atell¡¯s head sank back into the pillow as his eyes returned to the ceiling.


    ¡°Thank you¡­¡± he muttered.


    ¡°Your welcome. Now, how¡¯s your body feeling?¡±


    ¡°...Sore.¡±


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll have you remain in bed for the day. Tomorrow I¡¯ll guide you through all your duties, so be prepared for that.¡±


    ¡°W-Wait¡­ duties?¡±


    ¡°Yea, you¡¯ll be working as my assistant. Been a while since I had one.¡±


    ¡°I-I can¡¯t! I have to get back to my tribe¡­¡± Atell exclaimed, shooting upright.


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t be so eager to go trekking through the Hinterlands at this point in time. Not exactly like you have a choice either. That was a pretty expensive operation I had to perform on you, so you¡¯ll be in my service until you pay off the debt.¡±


    ¡°B-But¡­¡±


    ¡°No buts. I already worked out the details with your Uncle before he left. Name¡¯s Sivelle, by the way. I look forward to working with you, Atell.¡±


    Sivelle flashed a cheeky smile before disappearing from the room, leaving Atell alone with his thoughts.

 Chapter 6

    Atell spent the remainder of the day rolling around in bed, trying his best to process everything Sivelle had said. He yearned for more answers about the Bloodline Awakening, the situation in the Hinterlands, and so much more; unfortunately, the woman didn¡¯t seem keen to provide them. Granted that she had such knowledge in the first place.


    Otherwise, the majority of Atell¡¯s distress stemmed from Irth¡¯s absence. The man seemingly vanished from his side. But he could imagine how anxious his uncle was to return north, especially considering the tribe¡¯s impending danger. Furthermore, Tenshi had intended for Atell to stay behind or find shelter in the Dynasty in some capacity to begin with, so all was in line with the old Patriarch¡¯s original plan.


    While tossing and turning, Atell fought back the urge to scour through the room. There was a tremendous amount of wealth on display. A dull yellow crystal was socketed into a sconce above a nearby desk and there was a large dresser beneath some shelves occupying the corner of the room. Not even considering the heavenly mattress he laid on, just the woodworking on these goods alone was more intricate than anything he¡¯d seen in the shops and homes of the Aurelian village.


    Atell was convinced that Sivelle was either a noble or extremely affluent through other means. Assuming this was the mysterious medicine woman they¡¯d set out to find, it was most likely the latter, but maybe even both. He quickly became more apprehensive about this woman¡¯s character. Although considering that she saved his life, he tried his best to dismiss those feelings.


    The sparse light creeping through the curtains gradually faded as Atell exhausted his mind. Sleep ultimately crept up on the boy unnoticed¡­


    ***


    ¡°Get up. Time to earn your keep.¡±


    Atell jolted awake as he was sent tumbling out of bed by an unknown force. His breathing was heavy and he discovered his body was covered in a slimy layer of cold sweat.


    As the tall and willowy Sivelle looked down on him, he noticed a trace of pity in her gaze. Something about this look caused Atell¡¯s blood to boil as he shot to his feet.


    ¡°What¡¯s that for?¡± Sivelle snorted at the boy¡¯s defiant glare. ¡°Grab a spare set of clothes from the dresser. They may be a little big for you, but that¡¯s the best you¡¯re going to get for now.¡±


    Admittedly, Atell was a little surprised himself by his sudden outburst, but the feeling quickly faded. After taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he spun around to march over to the dresser.


    ¡®Huh?¡¯ Atell found himself splayed out on the ground halfway across the room. He had barely made it a step before tripping over his own feet. With a more concentrated effort, he pushed himself back up and moved forward while focusing carefully.


    It was strange, but he suddenly felt awkward, almost unfamiliar with his own body. When he¡¯d sprung up in anger just a moment ago the movement was instinctual. Now, he had to pay close attention to each and every step, careful not to lose his balance. Whether this lack of coordination was simply due to the extended period he was bedridden or was a more profound change caused by the Awakening... he couldn¡¯t tell.  Whatever the case, he finally made it to his destination and began rummaging around for clothes.


    Inside the drawers, he discovered multiple sets of the same linen outfit he currently found himself wearing ¡ª an oversized grey tunic and brown trousers. Satisfied with the comfort of the loose fit, Atell exited the room. He arrived in a narrow wooden hallway. Multiple windows decorated the opposite wall, providing a view of what looked to be a neat garden of sorts.


    ¡°This way,¡± A voice called out, providing him with direction.


    Atell turned right, shuffling slowly across the smooth floors. The hallway soon opened up to a wide kitchen area. There was a long counter with stools stretched across the room, just like the bar in the cave¡¯s dining hall. He took a second to carefully observe his host now that they weren¡¯t meeting in the dark bedroom.


    Sivelle was standing behind the counter, sipping leisurely from a mug that filled the air with a fragrant aroma. Her grey hair was darkened by sweat and tied back in a loose bun, exposing her distinct ears. They were narrow and pointed, almost sharp, just like the rest of her facial features.


    ¡°You¡¯re a Fae?!¡± Atell exclaimed as he finally got a clear look at the woman.


    ¡°I¡¯ll never understand why you northern Demons are always so surprised to see those of another race.¡± Sivelle rolled her eyes. ¡°You are aware that our existence is more than just rumor, correct?¡±


    ¡°Y-Yea, but you¡¯re old. All of the stories tell of the Fae¡¯s eternal youth.¡±


    Sivelle nearly choked on her sip of tea. She had to gather herself for a few moments before she could reply.


    ¡°No one is immune to the passage of time, kid.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true, I guess. Sorry...¡± Atell apologized. He realized what he said was probably pretty offensive.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m not upset. If you¡¯ve got something to say, say it. I¡¯m not one for empty talk.¡± Sivelle put down her mug and placed a plate of food on the counter. ¡°Eat up, then meet me in the garden.¡±


    Atell hopped up onto a stool at the counter as Sivelle swept out of the room. The plate in front of him was stacked high with steaming meat. It was certainly an unusual meal, but Atell realized just how famished he was when the scent drifted into his nose.


    Tides of energy rushed through his body as he devoured the food. It wasn¡¯t the most flavorful but it was satisfying nonetheless. Weeks of lying in bed had left him more feeble and malnutritioned than he already was previously. After finishing, Atell ran back down the hallway. He was left feeling a little confused as he had trouble discovering any door connected to the garden. Sivelle eventually noticed his struggle and paused her work to reveal the sliding panel leading outside.


    The woman sported a wry smile as she looked Atell up and down. She wore a pine-colored apron over her clothes and thick dirt-stained gloves. Despite her messy appearance, she exuded a calm and focused aura like everything was within her grasp.


    Atell felt a bit flustered during her intense inspection, so his eyes wandered around trying to avoid her gaze. There wasn¡¯t much to be seen in the immediate area. The garden was large and well-organized, much like the fields back home that were cultivated by the Stags. However, something did end up drawing his attention. Past the courtyard was a bizarre construction pressed up against a cliff face.


    The structure of the building was a bit odd. Half of it was completely exposed under a dome of glass, much like a greenhouse. While the other section was simply a large cube of black stone, so dark it resembled onyx.


    ¡°Good enough. We¡¯ll start with the herbs out here, and then I¡¯ll show you my workshop,¡± Sivelle spoke up, drawing the boy¡¯s attention away from the alien construction.


    ¡®That¡¯s it?¡¯ Atell questioned internally. He didn¡¯t know what her probe revealed, but apparently, he¡¯d gained approval.


    Sivelle soon knelt down in front of a bed of plants. Some were planted in pots, while the rest sprouted from the soil. None of them left much of an impression. It was a plethora of simple green sprouts and leaves.


    ¡°So¡­ you practice medicine, right? Is that what all these are for?¡± Atell questioned.


    ¡°Medicine? No.¡± Sivelle scoffed. I¡¯m not one of those swindlers who pokes around in people''s bodies before charging a fortune for simple remedies anyone with half a brain could mix together.¡±


    The Fae wiped her gloves across the apron and stood up. ¡°Let me make this clear. I¡¯m a Concocter. I brew specialized potions, elixirs, and poisons.¡±


    Atell was a little taken aback by Sivelle¡¯s proud declaration. Although, his respect for her grew immensely. Even in the Aurelian Clan potions were a rare treasure that only the Matriarch and her elite soldiers could get their hands on.


    ¡°...Y-You make poisons too?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with that, kid? Poison is what saved your life,¡± Sivelle shot back.


    ¡°Really!?¡± Atell exclaimed.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    ¡°Yea, really. In order to extract the Nether Energy I had to clog your Origin Channels with a potent Mana Poison to prevent it from moving around. Your Awakening already had it locked down pretty tight but the poison was still necessary to finish the job.¡±


    ¡°Ah! S-So are my Channels still¡­¡± Sweat started to drip down Atell¡¯s forehead as panic set in. Any hope he had of becoming a Warlock in the future was ruined if there was still poison lingering in his body.


    ¡°Of course I had the antidote,¡± Sivelle interrupted. ¡°That¡¯s enough questions. Just listen for now and if anything is still bothering you at the end of the day, you can ask me then.


    Atell nodded and paid close attention as Sivelle knelt back down and started labeling the ordinary-looking herbs one by one, carefully detailing their identifying features and uses. According to her, most of the herbs in this garden could be found relatively easy in the surrounding mountain range. Time flew by as Atell concentrated on her instruction.


    After finishing up in the garden, Sivelle guided Atell over to the detached building.


    ¡°Here¡­¡± Sivelle opened her arms as they stepped inside the glass dome. ¡°...Is where most of my work gets done.¡±


    Atell gazed in awe at the astounding variety of colorful plants.


    Thorny, scarlet vines clung to lattices hanging on the walls...


    Prickly cacti hung upside down from wooden blocks stuck to the ceiling, dripping golden liquid from their buds into a trough below¡­


    Dark bushels of lilac pulsated with a faint light in the corner¡­


    Every time Atell shifted his eyes the bizarre nature of each plant was topped by the next.


    In the center of the room, a collection of tubular glass apparatus were scattered atop a low table. The devices were surrounded by rows of neatly prepared stalks, roots, and flowers.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about too many of these plants for now. I¡¯ll slowly teach you how to prepare and extract each one as they are needed.¡± Sivelle instructed.


    ¡°Ok. But what about that?¡± Atell asked, pointing to a thin bronze door that sealed the ominous dark box.


    Sivelle¡¯s voice grew serious, ¡°Never enter that room without my permission. It¡¯s extremely cold inside ¡ª enough to freeze you instantly, and the plants growing in there require constant darkness until they reach maturity. Even a small disruption could ruin them completely.¡±


    ¡°Ok!¡± Atell nodded, trying his best to appear solemn and serious.


    ¡°Good...¡± Sivelle laughed at the Demon¡¯s enthusiastic response. ¡°Now, let¡¯s get started¡­¡±


    ***


    Atell rubbed his hair dry with a towel before stepping out of his room. He¡¯d just finished washing off in a miraculous invention that Sivelle referred to as a shower. There was a narrow tiled chamber attached to his bedroom with a metal tube hanging from the ceiling. All he had to do was turn a knob on the wall and lukewarm water rained down for his use.


    His skin was all wrinkled and dry because he¡¯d gone a little overboard enjoying the sensation, but it was well worth it in his opinion. However, now that he was dry and cooled off, intense exhaustion from the long day set back in.


    Sivelle had spent the remainder of the morning and the entire afternoon lecturing him inside the greenhouse. His brain was overloaded with information he knew he¡¯d forget by morning, and if he hadn¡¯t nearly passed out from standing in place too long, the enthusiastic Fae may have continued through the night.


    Still, Atell was impressed by her wealth of knowledge and a lot of what she shared sparked his curiosity. Concocting was both simple and highly advanced. There weren¡¯t many steps when preparing a potion or elixir, but each one required a fine level of dexterity and perception. Additionally, a lot of time was spent researching and experimenting with different combinations.


    Bits of knowledge about plants and processes were still passing through his mind as he stepped into the kitchen.


    ¡°Took you long enough.¡±


    ¡°Sorry¡­¡± Atell mumbled.


    ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± Sivelle laughed at the pruned and downcast Demon. ¡°Just try to keep it brief in the future. The showers exhaust Charge Crystals pretty quickly and I don¡¯t have time to take a trip into Kobi to replenish my stock.¡±


    ¡°Ok¡­¡± Atell acceded, then asked, ¡°What¡¯s a Charge Crystal?¡±


    Sivelle responded to his question with a demonstration. She reached into a small pouch hanging at her waist and procured a small translucent crystal that was carved into an almost perfect cylindrical shape. Inside of the crystal, there was a murky blue cloud swirling around that reminded Atell a lot of the energy inside a Heartstone. Sivelle held it up briefly for him to inspect, then moved over to a steel basin that was embedded in the kitchen counter.


    Next, she slotted the Charge Crystal into an indentation in the basin. Strange glowing lines and shapes suddenly lit up on the basin¡¯s surface. Atell looked on, mesmerized as Sivelle turned a handle and water began pouring out in a steady stream from another tube inside the small tub.


    ¡°Ah!¡± Atell exclaimed. ¡°Another shower!¡±


    Laughter carried through the room following his shout. ¡°Not a shower, Atell. This is a sink. Both devices are Inscribed Apparatus, or InCaps for short ¡ª luxury goods developed by Runesmiths and Formations Masters.¡±


    ¡°Wow¡­¡± Atell still couldn¡¯t hide his shock. How could that tiny crystal produce water out of thin air. It seemed to defy everything he knew of the world.


    Sivelle retrieved the Charge Crystal, cutting off the flow of water and the boy¡¯s questions. ¡°Enough of that, for now. I can show you some of the other Apparatus in the house later, but I need to head out for a few hours. Help yourself to some food and feel free to look around. Just try and stay close to the house and don¡¯t go wandering into town, ok?¡±


    ¡°W-Where are you going?¡±


    ¡°Out to do an inspection of the Whispering Gorge. There¡¯s a Shard located in its depths and I¡¯m in charge of reporting and hunting down any ghouls or monsters that may emerge in the area.¡±


    ¡°That name sounds familiar,¡± Atell mumbled, absentmindedly.


    ¡°Not surprising, it¡¯s where I came across you and your Uncle after all.¡±


    Atell was still lost in his thoughts as Sivelle opened a closet near the front door and slung a bow over her shoulder. ¡°See you later, kid. Try and stay out of trouble.¡±


    Silenced followed the Fae¡¯s departure as Atell suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable in the large home. He nervously searched through the kitchen and managed to find a few fruits he was familiar with. Another plate of meat didn¡¯t sound too appetizing, so he made do with the meager dinner.


    Warmth receded from the room in the waning daylight as dark shadows slowly crept across the walls up into the vaulted ceiling. Atell clutched his chest as the strangling, claustrophobic atmosphere that he often experienced in the mines pressed down on him from all sides. He ran out the front door in a panic.


    He wasn¡¯t chasing after Sivelle, for she was long gone already. Rather, Atell just felt an overwhelming desire to breathe in some fresh air. The boy greedily sucked oxygen into his lungs as he stood on the front porch. It was his first time outside the home or the back garden, so he took in the sights to distract himself from the repressed fears struggling to resurface.


    A carefully manicured lawn stretched out from the porch to the edge of the ridge Sivelle¡¯s manor occupied. The dense, low-trimmed grass looked unnatural in the mountainous terrain, but it complemented the refined and ornate appearance of the home¡¯s exterior.


    Below the ridge was a bustling town built into the mountainside. Lanterns hanging from the eaves of the jade-tiled roofs already shed their lights in the alleys and streets. The townsfolk were hard to make out from this distance, but Atell was able to observe a fair mix of young and old. It even seemed like multiple races coexisted in the area. Demons, Fae, and maybe even a few Humans.


    Faint sounds of laughter and loud greetings drifted into Atell¡¯s ears. He smiled at the harmonious sight but was unable to suppress the deep sobs that roiled through his chest to afflict his body. They emerged from somewhere deep within his heart and sent shivers through his soul.


    ¡®C¡¯mon¡­!¡¯  Atell growled in his mind. ¡®No more of this! I promised.¡¯


    He slumped down onto the porch steps, grasping bunches of his hair as he clenched his teeth. Atell didn¡¯t want to cry anymore. He was tired of the pain, anxiety, and helplessness. But he felt so¡­ hollow, so alone. Even Sivelle¡¯s presence didn¡¯t do much to alleviate the feeling. There were plenty of distractions during the day, but the encroaching night seemed to ignite the shadows hanging over his heart.


    He wanted to see his grandfather and uncle Irth, the Foreman¡¯s crew who teased and joked with him¡­ even Raiden¡¯s face didn¡¯t feel so disgusting in his mind.


    He wanted to run away from this town and back to the Hinterlands, even if it meant death. reason and impulse warred in his mind...


    Rationality prevailed in the end, largely due to the overwhelming guilt he knew he would experience if he abandoned Sivelle¡¯s kindness.


    Atell gazed at the reddish and orange hues staining the sparse clouds as Helios ducked below the mountains in the distance. He wondered if the Sun God ever felt lonely guarding the Heavens day in and day out. At least the twin moons could share the burden together, but Helios had to bear the responsibility alone.


    Dusk passed swiftly, and as the stars twinkled merrily in the Divine Realm, a soft question entered Atell¡¯s ears.


    ¡°What are you looking for?¡± Sivelle asked, appearing silently at Atell¡¯s side like an apparition.


    ¡°My father¡­¡±


    ¡°Oh?¡±


    Atell gestured up at the stars to clarify. ¡°He¡¯s up there. Although... I¡¯m not sure which one yet. My grandfather said I¡¯ll be able to feel it when I find the right one.¡±


    ¡°So, this is a belief of your tribe?¡±


    ¡°Mhm, when our loved ones receive the approval of the guardians of heaven, they appear as a star and watch over us from above.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, I¡¯ve never heard this theory before¡­¡± Sivelle mused.


    ¡°Well, what do you believe?¡± Atell glanced at the woman by his side.


    ¡°I¡¯m still trying to discover that myself.¡± A low sigh escaped Sivelle¡¯s lips. ¡°There are many different ideas, but the most commonly accepted one in the Dynasty is that each star represents a different world¡¯s portal to the divine realm.¡±


    ¡°Other worlds...?¡± Atell trailed off. It was phrased more as a question to himself than directed towards Sivelle. ¡°Then which one is ours?¡±


    ¡°That one right there.¡± Sivelle pointed to a particularly bright star in the northern sky.


    Atell pondered for a moment before he replied, ¡°I like my idea better.¡±


    ¡°Me too,¡± Sivelle laughed as a cool breeze washed over them. ¡°C¡¯mon, it¡¯s getting late. Let¡¯s head back inside.¡±


    ¡°Alright.¡±


    Atell¡¯s eyes blazed with a renewed light as he stood up and took one final look at the horizon.

 Chapter 7

    Shimmering Heights was already full of activity as Atell greeted the rising sun. Many of the townsfolk had already begun their day in earnest despite the early hour, bustling to and fro across the wide streets of packed earth.


    As Atell was enjoying the view, Sivelle walked outside and grabbed a mat from underneath the straw chair nearby. She glanced in his direction but didn¡¯t seem surprised that he was already awake. Her stride was smooth as she walked out into the front yard and placed down the mat near the center of the lawn. After a brief warm-up, she initiated a series of stretches and exercises. Her movements were graceful and fluid. The whole sequence was illuminated by a warm, radiant light as Helios¡¯ all-encompassing vision crept higher up the mountainside.


    Careful not to disturb the peace, Atell observed in silence. He felt like was watching the training sequence of a master warrior as Sivelle spun, dipped, and dodged, unleashing a flurry of fluid strikes at imaginary opponents. All the while, her eyes were narrowed in a murderous glare¡­


    He never would have anticipated she possessed this intense and combative nature. From his perspective, all of her attention seemed singularly devoted to Concocting and caring for her plants. They hadn¡¯t been together longer than a day, but the brightness in her expressions when talking about extraction, distilling, and other terms unfamiliar to him ¡ª was almost fervent.


    Not a single trace of that inquisitive and professional woman could be found at the present as her hands sliced through the air. Atell¡¯s spine was rigid as he clenched the armrests of his chair, afraid to even blink.


    When it looked like Sivelle was finishing up, Atell ran inside to fetch water for her. He¡¯d resolved himself to work hard and quickly pay off his debt, so he wanted to present himself earnestly.


    As he hurried back out, Atell noticed an unfamiliar face had arrived in the yard.


    ¡°Lady Sivelle, I thought I¡¯d catch you outside at this time. I must admit, I¡¯m a bit jealous of your sprightly disposition.¡± The large woman wore a flattering smile as spoke. It reminded Atell of the look the elders often presented to the Aurelians.


    ¡°Miss Lotti,¡± Sivelle spoke plainly and offered a nod. ¡°What brings you here?¡±


    ¡°Ah, I just wanted to check-in on the status of the Cooling Tonics. Many of my contacts have already stopped by to place their purchase orders, but I know you¡¯ve been busy taking care of that new arrival¡­¡± Lotti¡¯s words trailed off as her eyes finally landed on Atell. ¡°Oh my! Speak of the devil and he shall appear. It looks like the child¡¯s already made a full recovery. I¡¯d expect no less of Master Sivelle.¡±


    The woman rushed over to Atell and grasped his hands. Her smile actually seemed to carry a hint of genuine warmth as she looked down at him.


    Atell, however, was a little flustered by her sudden approach. Miss Lotti towered over him. Her skin was dark and looked leathery, almost like a hide. She was even taller than Sivelle, broader too. Even a few of the adult Troll-Bloods couldn¡¯t compare to her imposing stature.


    ¡°Ah, H-Hello. Nice to meet you, Miss Lotti.¡± Atell looked down as he tried to extricate himself without spilling the cup of water he was carrying.


    ¡°Nice to meet you too¡­¡± Lotti paused, waiting for him to present his name.


    ¡°...Atell.¡±


    ¡°Atell, a lovely name. I¡¯m so glad to see you in good health. Everyone in town was so worried when we saw Sivelle rush back with you from the forest.¡±


    ¡°Thank you for your kind thoughts. Lady Sivelle took great care of me. I owe her my life.¡±


    Lotti laughed loudly. It was a deep and rumbling laugh, instantly brightening the atmosphere. ¡°Well said, child. Sivelle, you saved such a valiant young man this time around.¡±


    Sivelle couldn¡¯t suppress a smile of her own as she walked over. ¡°Yea, yea. He¡¯s alright.¡± She winked at Atell as she snatched the glass of water from his grasp. ¡°I¡¯ve decided to take him on as an assistant for a while. You¡¯re right that his case set me back a bit, but with an extra pair of hands, I should be able to make up for the lost time. Go ahead and tell your customers that the Cooling Tonics will be ready at the usual time.¡±


    Miss Lotti sighed in exaggerated relief as she placed a hand across her chest. ¡°Wonderful! I¡¯ve received so much good news today. I don¡¯t want to take up any more of your time, Lady Sivelle, so I¡¯ll be heading back.¡±


    ¡°Take care, Lotti.¡± Sivelle waved her off, unsurprised by the woman¡¯s abrupt departure.


    Atell¡¯s brows were furrowed as he gazed at the broad silhouette of the departing figure. The range of emotions the woman displayed in such a brief interaction left him feeling confused.


    ¡°Don¡¯t think about it too much, kid. She¡¯s a merchant. They¡¯re all like that to an extent,¡± Sivelle explained as she patted him on the back. ¡°Thanks for the drink.¡±


    As he followed Sivelle back inside, Atell decided to avoid that energetic visitor in the future if he could.


    ¡°You heard what Lotti mentioned about the Cooling Tonics, right?¡± Sivelle asked as she rummaged around in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. After Atell verified with a nod, she continued, ¡°Well, that¡¯s what we¡¯ll be working on for the foreseeable future. It¡¯s a relatively simple potion that I¡¯m well-known for in the surrounding area. When the days start getting hotter ¡ª like they are now ¡ª it¡¯s in pretty high demand.¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    ¡°What¡¯s it do?¡± Atell asked as Sivelle presented him with another large plate of meat.


    ¡°It helps prevent the farmers and other laborers from getting overheated as they work. Gives em¡¯ a little boost of stamina too.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± Atell was expecting something a little more¡­ miraculous, for the signature product of someone he believed to be so skilled and knowledgeable.


    ¡°Yup. That¡¯s it. You probably have some sense of how valuable potions and elixirs are. So, can you imagine if everyone in your tribe was able to get their hands on multiple potions each week to help with work? It makes for a pretty big boost in productivity.¡±


    ¡°So, it¡¯s cheap?¡± Atell replied through a mouthful of food. He had to admit a luxury like that sounded too good to be true. The heat in the mine could get suffocating at times, a Cooling Tonic during those occasions would be a godsend, and could even save lives.


    Sivelle didn¡¯t seem to mind his lack of manners as she chuckled. ¡°Very cheap. Each tonic only costs a few copper bits, if converted into the currency you use up north.¡±


    Atell was shocked. The Troll-Bloods only managed to accumulate tens of copper bits each year through their under-the-table trades, but that could still purchase them a large batch of these Cooling Tonics.


    ¡°How!? What¡¯s it made from?¡±


    ¡°All those simple little herbs you saw in the garden yesterday,¡± Sivelle smirked.


    ¡°Really? Then why doesn¡¯t everyone make these potions?¡± Atell was still having trouble shaking his skepticism. He vaguely recalled that all those herbs were relatively common ingredients that could be found nearby.


    ¡°Because they can¡¯t do this,¡± A cold azure mist formed above Sivelle¡¯s palm. He could distinctly feel the temperature drop inside the kitchen. ¡°What separates Concocters from those ¡®medicine men¡¯, or even skilled Alchemists, is their ability to infuse their Mana into the refining and mixing process.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­¡± Atell replied, unconvincingly.


    ¡°Look, it would take a long time to fully explain, but the gist of it is this: Traditional herbal remedies are made using common ingredients and medicinal herbs. Alchemists can make potions and elixirs using magic ingredients, but only Concocters can create their own truly unique products.¡± Sivelle elaborated.


    ¡°Got it.¡±


    ¡°Good, because it¡¯s about time we get to work.¡±


    ***


    Sivelle held her hand over the beaker absentmindedly, slowly purifying and extracting the essence of the Venom Sage within. The fire under the beaker warred with the strands of her frigid Mana entering from above.


    Her lips pursed as she consciously held herself back from admonishing the boy working across from her. Pulp, petals, and bits of stem splattered across the table as another pestle cracked apart in his hands. The hesitant and apologetic glances directed her way sent pangs of guilt through her heart.


    It was a shame, really. This little assistant was obedient, eager, and possessed an intriguing bloodline. Unfortunately, it seemed the boy¡¯s recent Awakening had ruined his coordination for the time being, and Sivelle wasn¡¯t well-versed enough in such topics to offer advice. She would try to help in the coming days, but he would need a mentor with more specific knowledge in the future. Preferably, a Demon with similar abilities.


    Both Demons and Fae were beings close to nature; however, the differences in their inheritances and magics couldn¡¯t be further apart. There was a time when Sivelle performed research with a few Warlock Concocters. The potions they produced were some of the most bizarre and potent she¡¯d ever seen. When she took Atell on as an apprentice it was in part due to her interest in studying how his magic would interact with ingredients. This desire was especially strong after she witnessed his body regenerate on its own from the brink of death without any lasting injury.


    Not only did the child avoid a sequela, but his Origin Channels were also completely restored, appearing exceptionally broad and tough. Origin Channels were notoriously difficult to heal. Even Sivelle herself was limited in her ability to perform such a task. Rare ingredients on par with the ashes of a Phoenix were required to brew such a potent healing potion. Yet this boy had achieved something even greater, in her humble opinion, without an iota of Mana in his body.


    Her experiments would have to wait until after the boy had formed his Mana Pool, of course. But she was in no rush to push him towards that step. She¡¯d already waited nearly two hundred years for her quiet retirement, what was a few more¡­?


    ¡®Truly incredible.¡¯ Sivelle shook her head, still marveling at the feat... ¡®Shit.¡¯ She had lost herself in thought and the boy had taken her silence and head shake for disappointment. His eyes were glued to the floor as he stood rigid.


    ¡°Nothing to fuss about,¡± Sivelle assured the scrawny child. ¡°Your body is still recovering, and it will take a while to adjust. I just wanted to get you familiar with all the different steps today.¡±


    Fear and loneliness still haunted the boy¡¯s round, golden eyes. Sivelle regularly found herself drawn to them, eager to see them shining with the vibrancy of youth and delight. She understood his pain well, a similar product of the lawless and violent Northern Wilds. Time would heal his heart, but he needed a purpose and a guiding hand in the meantime.


    ¡°Lotti should have had some crates delivered up to the house while we were working. I still have a few Tonics to finish up, but if you don¡¯t mind bringing them back here, it would be much appreciated.¡±


    The boy dashed off without a word. Tasking him with deliveries would suit him well until he adjusted to his body. ¡®Maybe even some hunting and gathering in the future¡­¡¯ Sivelle mused; although, that would similarly have to wait until he was an Initiate.


    Continuing to refine and amend her plans, Sivelle lost herself in the task at hand.


    ***


    Atell placed down the final crate and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sigh. The task wasn¡¯t very strenuous, in fact, his body felt even more full of vigor after completing the task. Still, he was drained by his knowledge that Sivelle had only delegated him the work because he had failed at pretty much everything else he was assigned.


    It was immensely frustrating. His hands fumbled about with the tools and his application of strength was anything but delicate. The fact that it felt like these failures were out of his control was what discouraged him the most. His own body! And he couldn¡¯t get it to act as he wanted.


    ¡®One thing at a time,¡¯ Atell reminded himself. Sivelle didn¡¯t seem like she knew of anything to help him fix this issue in the immediate future. Either that or it was some strange test of will of persistence¡­ He supposed he could only do his best with what he was tasked and hope for the best.


    Atell straightened his back and stood at attention like he was taught by the Overseer. He gladly awaited his next assignment.

 Chapter 8

    The days passed swiftly¡­ Vibrant flowers danced along the banks of the river cutting through the valley below as the simple men and women of Shimmering Heights toiled diligently in their fields and stores. Everyone had something to contribute to the livelihood of the town. And Atell inevitably found himself working relentlessly during the scorching hot days of Summer.


    Sivelle was stern, harsh even, during that time as her business reached its peak. But alongside effort came reward, and he was able to relax and enjoy the fruits of his labor during the Harvest Feast, his debt quickly dwindling. The seasons continued to turn as travelers, merchants, and the occasional dignitaries came and went. Eventually... fire returned to the people¡¯s hearths as snow blanketed the numerous peaks of the Severed Spine once more.


    In the blink of an eye, nearly a year had come and gone since Atell had arrived at this quiet town in the sprawling mountain range. Sivelle was a very disciplined person, so the impressionable boy was unavoidably swept into her routine.


    After breakfast, Atell would join Sivelle in the yard for the peculiar aerobics session. Initially, it was very difficult to get comfortable with the exercises. Many of the moves and stretches required strength and flexibility beyond what the Demon¡¯s growing body possessed. Therefore, Sivelle helped guide him through a modified version that was more attainable for a boy his age. He picked it up quickly and was occasionally offered praise or encouragement. The exercise also helped improve his overall coordination. His own body¡¯s adaptability caused Atell no small amount of surprise.


    During the afternoon, Sivelle would busy herself with work in the garden and the greenhouse. Throughout most of the process, Atell was simply an observer due to his lack of Mana and experience, but once his exertion of strength was more under control, he occasionally made a contribution by pulping select ingredients in a simple mortar and pestle. It would still be a while yet until he was capable of being recognized as a fully-fledged apprentice.


    Finally, in the evening, Atell would lounge on the porch and watch Helios descend. Occasionally, customers would trudge up to the house during this time, requesting an ointment or medicine for whatever itch or illness plagued them. Rarely were there any serious cases that required Sivelle to make a personal visit. Atell was subsequently tasked with deliveries in order to familiarize himself with the layout and faces in town. If he was lucky, a nice tip would come his way.


    Atell was always busy, preventing his thoughts from straying too far down any dark paths. There had also been a few opportunities to get in touch with his grandfather and the tribe which helped keep him focused. Whenever Sivelle went into Kobi to restock on Charge Crystals and other supplies, she would carry a letter, written by her under Atell''s direction, that she would pass to a Tracer. Tracers were small, nimble birds that could track someone''s Mana signature across a fair distance. Therefore, before leaving Shimmering Heights, Irth had left a small medallion carrying a trace of his Mana in Sivelle''s care for such purposes.


    Not much was said in the brief exchanges of letters. The tribe was still in search of a new home to settle, and they were too far away for anyone to make a visit to Shimmering Heights, but Atell was just satisfied with knowing that his family was safe.


    These passing days were serene and uncomplicated. Bright, and full of sunshine... However, today was a day very unlike the others. A surprise visitor arrived at the home as Shimmering Heights prepared to celebrate the New Year...


    ¡°Elaina!¡± Sivelle called out with a smile as a beautiful young Fae crossed the lawn.


    Atell was warming up in the morning sun, just about finished with his set of stretches. He was a bit frustrated to be interrupted at this time, so he didn¡¯t offer a greeting. The aerobics session was something both he and Sivelle placed tremendous value on. It was an activity that brought peace to his mind and soul. The day felt lost without its presence.


    Miss Lotti was usually the only villager with enough guts to approach the house at this time of day.


    ¡°Hello, Mother.¡±


    ¡®Well¡­ that explains it.¡¯ Atell grumbled.


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t sure if you would be back for the celebration this year. I know work has been keeping you busy.¡± Sivelle hugged her daughter, but Atell was able to detect a trace of hesitation in her movements.


    ¡°The Director was kind enough to offer me some leave. Shimmering Heights is not far from The Nest, after all.¡± Elaina¡¯s tone was distant, almost cold.


    Atell marveled at how similar in appearance the two women were as they exchanged pleasantries. Slim, tall, and full of grace. Elaina¡¯s long hair was still dark and silky, a clear indication of her youth, but Sivelle¡¯s piercing blue eyes still carried the same keen glint as her daughter¡¯s.


    ¡°Who is this?¡± Both women turned to face him in tandem as Elaina spoke.


    ¡°Atell, a new assistant. He¡¯s been staying with me while working off some debt,¡± Sivelle explained.


    ¡°Hmm?¡± A spark of curiosity, but nothing more. Elaina¡¯s gaze shifted back to her mother.


    ¡°How long will you be staying, dear?¡±


    ¡°Only three days. Fresh assignments are issued after the New Year, so my presence is required.¡±


    ¡®Military maybe?¡¯ Atell wondered. Elaina was likely a Concocter as well if Sivelle was even marginally involved in her upbringing.


    Unfortunately, all he could make were assumptions. There was still too much knowledge that he lacked, Atell realized. Pestering Sivelle with questions in the evenings yielded little in the way of answers, but she caved and provided him short lectures on topics like history, traditions, and the structure of the government on occasion.


    The Hinterlands had no semblance of any organized law or culture outside of the Coven¡¯s dominion. Most of the scattered tribes and clans had their own set of principles and regulations. That so many people could be united under a single governing body in the Dynasty fascinated Atell.


    ¡°Atell, I have some things to discuss with my daughter, so we¡¯ll be heading inside. Feel free to join us for breakfast whenever you finish your routine,¡± Sivelle instructed.


    ¡°Alright.¡±


    Atell took a deep breath, gathering strength in his core. Elaina eyed him curiously as she passed by, but he ignored the stare, stepping lightly while maintaining balance. Rays of sunlight seeped into his skin, saturating his body with warm energy. Atell exalted in the feeling as his spirit soared. Soon, the boy lost himself in the movements.


    ***


    Elaina chewed on her lip as she stared at her mother¡¯s back. The little Demon¡¯s presence had come as a tremendous shock, especially considering she couldn¡¯t detect a trace of Mana in his body. For the last 100 years following Sivelle¡¯s retirement, prominent families, and even a few descendants of the Paragons, had traveled to this remote town to beg the Grandmaster to take their child as an apprentice. Talented youths with formidable backgrounds. Yet none of them had received her approval.


    But now some meek and scrawny adolescent had suddenly received her mother¡¯s favor... There had to be some tremendous secret held within the boy.


    Sure enough, as Elaina looked back she found the Demon surrounded in a radiant light as he smoothly proceeded with the routine she was all too familiar with. The child¡¯s light grey skin was suffused with a golden glow, and the drops of dark sweat glistening on its surface seemed to evaporate almost as soon as they emerged. All of the Origin Energy pervading the mountain ridge gathered eagerly at the boy¡¯s side.


    Elaina¡¯s mind shuddered as she froze in place. That wasn¡¯t sweat¡­ those were impurities. Somehow, the raw Origin Energy was being used to temper the boy¡¯s body without first being converted into Mana.


    ¡°H-How¡­?¡±


    ¡°I know.¡± Sivelle¡¯s gaze was solemn as she yanked Elaina inside.


    Elaina was still breathing heavily as the door shut behind them.


    ¡°Where did you find this child?¡± she nearly shouted.


    ¡°You¡¯ve heard of the Heartstone source revealed in the Trion Mountains, correct? The one alongside the new Gate.¡±


    ¡°Y-Yes¡­¡± Elaina was still struggling to comprehend what she¡¯d just witnessed.


    ¡°That boy tried to steal some Heartstone from the Aurelians, and ended up corrupting himself in the process. He fled here with his uncle, apparently having heard of me from when I healed that old Matriarch¡­¡±


    ¡°And¡­?¡±


    ¡°Let me finish.¡± Sivelle held up a hand. ¡°That boy swallowed the energy inside a nearly 12kg Heartstone while traveling here in an attempt to slow the deterioration of his body. Just the sheer volume of Flux Essence contained inside that Heartstone should have killed him instantly, let alone the resulting clash with the Nether Energy. But somehow, the utter destruction of his Channels and organs triggered a Bloodline Awakening, allowing him to survive long enough for me to extract the corruption.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­ impossible. Even the Karth can only withstand a 7kg Heartstone, maybe 8 at best.¡±


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s not all. After the operation, his body completely recovered within a week, Origin Channels and all. While he was hibernating from the Awakening, I searched his body for any lingering traces of Mana, thinking he may have taken an advanced healing potion that only triggered after the corruption was removed. But... It appears that the process was completely natural.¡±


    ¡°Mother, this¡­ what sort of bloodline does he possess?¡±


    ¡°Mixed-Blood, unlikely a Hybrid. I learned from his uncle that they are members of a native tribe enslaved by the Aurelians, carrying the blood of Mountain Trolls. Although, Atell¡¯s circumstances are a bit more unique. His mother was one of the Gilded Priestesses.¡±


    ¡°That can¡¯t be true. Even a fully Awakened Warlock with a Troll bloodline wouldn¡¯t be able to heal those kinds of injuries so rapidly. The boy¡¯s origins must be elsewhere,¡± Elaina refuted.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    Sivelle shrugged. ¡°Possibly. That¡¯s my best guess as well. However, it still doesn¡¯t explain how he¡¯s able to temper his body with raw Origin Energy.¡±


    ¡°How long has it been going on? And does he understand the implications?¡± Elaina couldn¡¯t prevent her excitement from creeping into her voice.


    ¡°Atell has no idea he¡¯s even doing it, much less the significance. He¡¯s been forging his body for nearly a year, without showing any signs of stopping. The daily effects are negligible, but over this period of time I suspect his tempering has surpassed any of the most potent methods and elixirs.¡±


    ¡°H-Have you tried giving him a tempering elixir as well to see the effects.¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡± Sivelle scoffed. ¡°I did as soon as I noticed the phenomenon. The results were subpar, and after a few weeks, it produced no effect at all. Of course, I merely told him they were potions to help him acclimate to his Awakening.¡±


    ¡°Why deceive him? Do you plan to delay his Initiate Ceremony until he¡¯s unable to temper himself any further?¡± Elaina¡¯s eyes gleamed, imagining the possibilities.


    ¡°If I told him what those elixirs were, he wouldn''t be free of his debt until he was old and grey like me. And I¡¯ll assist him with the ceremony whenever he desires. I suspect he¡¯ll ask me soon enough.¡± Sivelle replied.


    ¡°Mother!¡± Elaina exclaimed. ¡°His physique is exceptional¡­ How could you?!¡±


    ¡°A robust body makes no difference in Concocting. I see no reason to delay his advancement.¡±


    ¡°What!? You plan to waste his potential in such a way¡­?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t patronize me, girl.¡± Sivelle¡¯s voice grew cold.


    ¡°The boy clearly has a powerful bloodline, he could become an incredible Vanguard.¡± Elaina refused to back down.


    ¡°Vanguard? He¡¯s not even a citizen of the Dynasty,¡± Sivelle shot back. ¡°His greatest potential lies in his capacity to heal. If his magic holds even a trace of this natural ability¡­ the healing potions he could make could be on par with Phoenix¡¯s Breath. Mass-produced, his work could save thousands of lives, even more, greatly influencing the outcome of the next Incursion.¡±


    Elaina was enraged by her mother¡¯s delusions and obsessions with Concocting. ¡°There¡¯s no telling how expensive such a potion would be to make! Forget about healing injuries, having another dominant Warlock on the frontlines could prevent thousands of injuries, let alone deaths! You can¡¯t bring back the dead with a potion mother¡­¡± her voice contained a hint of warning.


    ¡°I know that!¡± Sivelle snapped. ¡°Enough of this! I will help the boy if he asks and from then on he will choose his own path. You will not mention any of this to him.¡±


    ¡°As you wish¡­¡± It would be a horrific waste of talent, Elaina knew, but it was true that one person could not influence the tides of war on their own, despite the many who attempted to do so. Plenty of heroes would emerge in the years preceding the Incursion as they always did. And she would be there to guide them.


    ***


    ¡°So¡­ What year is it now, anyway?¡± Atell asked as Sivelle took her seat at the dining table. Elaina was unperturbed by his request for such common knowledge as she continued to shovel her salad into her mouth. It was a rare occasion when Sivelle served anything other than lightly spiced meat.


    ¡°This upcoming year will be the 237th in the Ninth Era,¡± Sivelle answered succinctly. Atell took a moment to mull over the information.


    Following his brief question, silence reigned at the table. To an outsider, the atmosphere might appear tense or awkward, but at least in Atell¡¯s case, he was perfectly comfortable stewing in his own thoughts. Sivelle preferred it this way, so it made sense that Elaina was accustomed to it as well.


    Sounds of merriment from the town below were already penetrating the thin walls, only interrupted by the scraping of bowls. Atell allowed most of his thoughts to wander to the upcoming event as he cleared his plate. He was excited for his first festival in Shimmering Heights, rarely were such occasions celebrated in the Hinterlands. Any brief lapses in order were known to invite trouble or even invasion, just as Atell had experienced when contributing to such an event firsthand...


    However, he was determined to keep such thoughts out of his mind on this night, focusing only on enjoying the celebration.


    After dinner, Sivelle guided him to her room and helped him get dressed in a black doublet and dark trousers she had tailored for him. Atell was immensely thankful for the gift. It was his first set of matching clothes and the snug fit made him feel warm and safe like he imagined a set of armor would. He inspected himself in the large mirror present as Sivelle went to pick out dresses with her daughter.


    A dashing young boy returned his gaze through the glass. He thought the outfit nicely complimented his wild golden eyes and dark, neatly combed hair.


    Stifled laughter sounded from the doorway as Elaina and Sivelle watched the Demon posing heroically in front of the mirror. Atell¡¯s cheeks flushed red as he scurried out of the room. He found solace on the porch where he waited for the women to finish their preparations.


    A few minutes later, the two emerged. Both women wore simple, flowing gowns that accentuated their slim figures. Atell jumped up from the chair and led the way down towards town, descending the ridge in sync with the setting sun.


    The celebration already appeared to be in full swing as they approached. Loud music and raucous laughter filled the air. Families and young couples milled about on the paths illuminated by a multitude of colorful lanterns and banners. Atell inhaled the delicious scent of sizzling meat as Sivelle took his hand, guiding them through the crowd toward the town square.


    It didn¡¯t take much time or effort to reach their destination as many of the townsfolk outright avoided Sivelle and Elaina. The gazes in their direction contained a mixture of respect and fear. This¡­ surprised Atell a great amount. He thought everyone would be fighting for the opportunity to speak with the woman who protected the area and treated the ill. Sivelle was a hero in his mind and couldn¡¯t understand the townsfolk¡¯s trepidation. Atell was wholly uncomfortable, but the two women on the receiving end didn¡¯t pay it any mind.


    When they arrived, a few men had just finished positioning four wooden statues on a large stage in the center of the square. Each of the statues portrayed a divine beast. One resembled a mighty dragon, and another depicted a robust, muscular man with the head of a bull. There was also a vicious looking woman included in the group. She had a charming but cold face, framed by a writhing mass of hair, and the lower body of a serpent. The final statue raised onto the platform depicted a lovely fairy with pointed ears and butterfly wings.


    Sivelle helped Atell squeeze through the gathering crowd and brought him closer to the stage to take a better look. The statues were all exquisitely detailed, containing a certain majesty that filled onlookers with awe and reverence.


    ¡°Do you like them?¡±


    ¡°Mhm¡­ Who are they?¡± Atell asked, absentmindedly. Most of his attention was drawn to the snake-woman in the center.


    ¡°These are the Athean representations of the Four Guardian Ancestors¡­¡± Sivelle raised an arm, pointing to each one as she elaborated. ¡°...There is Orrsydiam, Lord of the Sky (Dragon). Broudis the Unyielding, and Itri of a Thousand Faces. Finally, we have Athlena, Nature¡¯s Keeper (Fairy)...¡±


    Before Sivelle could continue further, a feeble old Fae approached. He wore a peculiar robe adorned with golden tassels that shimmered in the festive light. Unlike many of the other townsfolk, he retained a measure of confidence in his posture as he addressed Sivelle.


    ¡°Lady Sivelle, I¡¯m so glad you have decided to attend the festivities this evening¡­¡± The wrinkles on the old man¡¯s face deepened as he forced a smile. ¡°...The performance is about to start. Would you and Miss Elaina care to accompany me for the commencement?¡±


    ¡°Of course, Chief Thezo,¡± Sivelle replied casually.


    ¡°Wonderful, right this way.¡±


    ¡°It has been a while since I¡¯ve attended,¡± Sivelle remarked out loud as she followed behind the man¡¯s stiff gait. ¡°I wanted to show Atell here the celebration. I must say ¡ª the new statues are exceptional.¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes¡­¡± Chief Thezo grinned proudly. ¡°A renowned sculpture from the Athean Empire decided to temporarily settle in Kobi after completing his pilgrimage to the ancestral temples a while back. Everyone in town pooled together their resources to commission the works about 7 years ago. This is the first New Year¡¯s Festival we¡¯ve had since they were completed. You chose a great time to attend.¡±


    ¡°Oh¡­ Do you recall this sculptor¡¯s name? I¡¯m of the mind to commission a work of Athlena myself,¡± Sivelle inquired.


    ¡°Hmm, I believe he works under the name, Eius¡­¡±


    Chief Thezo and Sivelle conversed politely as they slowly made their way over to Elaina ¡ª who was standing idly by a podium to the right of the platform. Sivelle positioned Atell at her side and stood behind the Chief as they arrived.


    The ancient Fae ambled up to the podium and raised his arms into the air. An excited buzz swept through the gathering around the platform as he did so.


    ¡°Attention! Everyone¡­!¡± The onlooker¡¯s volume fell to a whisper as he spoke. ¡°This is an especially exciting New Year for us all. We have finally been rewarded for all of our hard work and patience. The Ancestor Guardians look magnificent this evening!¡±


    Resounding applause and a few cheers filled the square. Chief Thezo waited patiently for quiet to return before his raspy voice sounded out once more. ¡°This will be a blessed year for us all in Shimmering Heights! Thank you to everyone who has helped make this celebration a special one¡­ The time has come! So, without further ado, let the Bestowment Performance¡­ begin!¡±


    Deep drum beats reverberated through the square as the Chief flourished his arms. Atell felt his heartbeat echo their rhythm, slowly increasing with intensity and speed.


    Numerous dark figures wearing faceless, horned masks crept onto the stage. They twisted and contorted their painted bodies in an eerie dance. Various wind instruments soon joined the march of the drums. Goosebumps emerged on Atell¡¯s skin as the haunting song progressed to its climax.


    Abruptly, the drums ceased. Four heroic characters leaped out from behind the statues. Each donning a mask representing one of the Ancestor Guardians.


    The faceless ghouls shrank away from the Guardians as a gallant tune ensued. However, a dark Fiend emerged and the ghouls regained their confidence.


    A fierce battle commenced. The Guardians valiantly held off the ghouls despite their inferior numbers. One by one, the evil creatures were smote down. The nefarious leader bellowed with rage as his subordinates fell. He single-handedly took on the Guardians, and even appeared to have the upper hand.


    Ragged and defeated, the Guardians made their final stand... whistling fireworks erupted in the night sky as the Guardians joined hands and finally overcame the Fiend.


    The crowd roared their approval as more bright lights burst above.


    Calm soon returned, and four small children were led onstage. They stood solemnly before the Guardians.


    Each of the triumphant heroes retrieved a small orb from their cloaks. The children knelt down and clasped their hands in prayer as the Guardians appeared in front of them. Ceremoniously, the orbs were passed to the children who accepted them with a gracious bow.


    After the bestowment was completed, the Guardians returned to their respective statues and laid down to rest.


    A final, brilliant firework arced magnificently through the air as the crowd cheered once more.


    The play had come to an end.


    The actors withdrew their masks and took a bow. Lively music resumed as the celebration returned to full swing.


    ¡°Ha! How¡¯d you like the performance?¡± Chief Thezo addressed Atell, laughing heartily at the boy¡¯s wide eyes.


    ¡°It was great!¡± Atell responded enthusiastically.


    ¡°Yes, the actors all performed brilliantly,¡± Elaina added.


    Sivelle just nodded.


    ¡°Wonderful, I¡¯ll be sure to pass on your praise!¡± Thezo declared. ¡°Would you care to join me and some others for drinks? Lotti¡¯s husband recently returned from the Federation with some new brandy that¡¯s become very popular among the upper circles¡­¡±


    ¡°Why not?¡± Sivelle shrugged.


    As they turned to head off, Atell tugged on Sivelle¡¯s dress. ¡°Can I go get some snacks?¡± he asked. He had no interest in joining the adults for drinks and there were a few stalls selling some enticing dishes that they¡¯d passed on their way to the square. And it just so happened that Atell had a bit of pocket change to spend from tips he¡¯d received while delivering medicine.


    ¡°Alright, but be quick about it. We¡¯ll wait for you here.¡±


    Atell nodded and scurried off through the crowd. It didn¡¯t take long to find what he was looking for. He handed the Fae running the booth a few small silver coins and received a steamed bun in return.


    While nibbling happily on the doughy treat as he retraced his steps, Atell felt a pair of eyes on his back.


    ¡°Hey, kid! Hold on!¡±


    As Atell turned towards the unfamiliar voice, a cold hand reached out from the darkness in the alley next to him. A rancid cloth clamped was clamped over his mouth as he dropped the bun in a panic.


    His vision faded to black as he was yanked into the shadows.

 Chapter 9

    Atell¡¯s head was throbbing as his eyelids fluttered open.


    A damp gag stifled the groan emerging from his throat. Fog clouded his mind, numbing the pain and confusion. He tried to move his limbs, but they were tightly bound. The surroundings passed by in a blur as the man carrying Atell slung over his shoulder raced through the forest.


    An audible tear could be heard as a rebounding branch snagged on one of the kidnappers'' jackets. The men weren¡¯t using any torches or form of light to guide their path... and it was difficult to see anything in the encroaching darkness on this cloudy night.


    Anxiousness and fear welled up in Atell¡¯s heart as menacing shadows loomed all around, and the ragged breathing of unknown men filled the air.


    ¡°Alright, hold up for a moment,¡± the apparent leader of the group whispered. ¡°We¡¯ll be coming up on the boat shortly. Everyone good on the plan?¡±


    ¡°Aye.¡±


    ¡°Ye, boss¡±


    ¡­


    Based on the number of replies, the group consisted of six men ¡ª including the boss.


    ¡°Good. Dax, you and Ralph are up first. Take the decoy carriage to Kobi, then rendezvous with us in Omgazi. Remember everyone¡­ we¡¯re dealing with a practitioner likely surpassing the level of an Adept on our tail, so exercise extreme caution.¡±


    After the boss issued his warning, the group was back on the move. The sound of rushing water soon echoed in the distance.


    Atell suppressed an indescribable sinking feeling in his stomach. If they reached that boat¡­ he¡¯d likely never see his new home again¡­


    The man carrying Atell on his shoulder roughly tossed him onto the ground as they reached the tributary¡¯s edge. A sharp pain lanced through the side of his head as he landed awkwardly against a stone.


    ¡°Tch, careful Ivan. The Reaper won¡¯t be happy if we damage his goods¡­¡±


    ¡°Yea, yea¡­ why don¡¯t you carry him next time then?¡± Ivan retorted with a sneer.


    ¡°Quiet! Both of you!¡± The boss hissed.


    Atell was nearly knocked back into unconsciousness by the fall. His face was stained with dirt and blood as he flipped over and struggled into a seated position and turned his gaze skyward to pray.


    Suddenly, a piercing light erupted from the clouds, re-igniting the ebbing tide of hope. The silvery missile descending from the heavens soared soundlessly through the night.


    It approached in the blink of an eye, completely unbeknownst to the men hurriedly preparing the boat for travel. Atell¡¯s heart caught in his throat as the projectile paused dramatically in midair. It exuded a cold and desolate aura, hovering directly behind the men like the reaper¡¯s scythe.


    ¡°Which one of you is the leader¡­?¡± Sivelle¡¯s aged voice spoke directly into the ears of all present.


    The startled men all turned around swiftly. In unison, their eyes landed on the glistening bolt of energy. Its appearance was that of a menacing shard of ice littered with jagged edges.


    An exasperated sigh was carried through the air on a bone-chilling breeze. ¡°...The leader will present himself before the count of three or I will simply kill you all,¡± Sivelle announced flatly.


    Even Atell felt his heart stifled by the casual declaration.


    ¡°One¡­¡±


    ¡°Two¡­¡±


    One of the cloaked men stepped forward. ¡°I am the leader of this group¡­¡± He declared, boldly.


    ¡°Ivan, you idiot¡­!¡± Another reached out to pull him back.


    As the angry whisper resounded, the floating icicle split into 5 smaller shards. The man reaching out hesitated.


    ¡°Who is this I am speaking to?¡± Ivan called out.


    His question was answered by one of the smaller shards piercing through his heart at a blinding speed. For a moment, Ivan clutched weakly at the frozen hole in his chest before he toppled over.


    The man standing closest to Atell sucked in a sharp breath.


    ¡°Now¡­ Will the real leader please come forward. I will not ask again.¡±


    Among the trembling men, one stepped forward and pulled back his hood.


    Atell¡¯s eyes shook. He recognized this man. Aamir, leader of the Shimmering Heights militia. A well-respected and kind man who made frequent purchases of cream to alleviate footrot for himself and the other guards. He often joked with Atell and gave generous tips.


    ¡°My name is Aamir, Your Grace. I am the one who organized this group.¡± He knelt down and bowed his head as he spoke.


    ¡°Very well¡­¡± Sivelle appeared in the branches of a tree at the fringe of the forest. A crystalline bow of ice was poised in her hands. She smoothly drew back the taut string and as she did so, another large icicle formed between her fingers.


    She released her grip, allowing the shard flight. It arced slowly through the air this time, laboriously so. In its wake, a bridge of ice materialized.


    Atell watched in awe as Sivelle slung the bow over her shoulder and slid gracefully across the crescent bridge towards the ground below. Her gown fluttered in the air¡­ she appeared like a wrathful goddess descending from the Divine Realm to administer judgment on the lowly mortals as her cruel gaze inspected the men.


    Finally, the icicle landed directly in front of the boss quivering on the ground.


    Sivelle stepped lightly off her bridge as she arrived. ¡°As Mundane, I assume you all understand the punishment for meddling in the affairs of the Dynasty¡¯s practitioners?¡± Her eyes swept across the men. One of them even broke out into sobs as she spoke, but none replied.


    ¡°Then I, Sivelle Naharu... will administer your judgment.¡±


    ¡°No! Please¡­!¡± The man¡¯s plea for mercy was silenced as the remaining shards in the air silently pierced into his and the other kidnapper¡¯s chests with a muffled impact. None of their deaths were as clean as the first man¡¯s. Anger transformed into despair in their eyes as they toppled to the ground.


    Only the boss remained standing. He flinched as the bodies of his comrades crashed into the dirt.


    ¡°Who sent you to capture this boy?¡± Sivelle demanded.


    ¡°An R-Reaper who recently arrived in Kobi. S-She spoke of a Demon with a promising bloodline appearing in Shimmering Heights. I was immediately sent to observe the child and act when an opportunity presented itself¡­¡±


    ¡°Enough.¡± Sivelle silenced the man. ¡°Do you know the name or appearance of this Reaper?¡±


    The man shook his head. ¡°I-I¡¯m afraid not. We met but once. She wore a veil and her appearance was blurry... indistinct¡­ not matching the description of anyone I¡¯d met previously in Kobi¡¯s underground.¡±


    ¡°Fine. How long ago did she arrive in Kobi?¡±


    ¡°J-Just about eight weeks ago, Your Grace.¡±


    ¡°How troublesome¡­¡± Sivelle muttered. She reached down and gripped the trembling man¡¯s shoulder.


    He looked up, a glimmer of hope was written plainly on his face. It was not to last long, however.


    Ice spread from Sivelle¡¯s hand and quickly swallowed the man whole. She placed the man turned ice sculpture into the boat and shoved the vessel out onto the river.


    ...Finally, her eyes landed on Atell.


    He flinched back subconsciously as Sivelle walked towards him. A deep sadness swam in her sapphire eyes. She smiled weakly as her aloof demeanor dissipated and the wrinkles around her brow deepened.


    ¡°...It¡¯s ok now, Atell,¡± Sivelle whispered while removing the bindings and gag.


    A dull chill seeped into Atell¡¯s bones as he hugged his knees and started gulping up the fresh air. It felt like his breath had been frozen in his lungs as he¡¯d watched Sivelle deal with the men.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    ¡°Everything will be all right...¡±


    Atell tilted his head back and accepted the warm liquid from the vial that Sivelle placed against his lips. His eyelids grew heavy as a comforting warmth spread through his extremities.


    The last thing he was able to recall was Elaina arriving on the scene¡­


    ***


    Sivelle¡¯s fingers tapped methodically against the kitchen counter as she supported her chin with her other hand.


    ¡°...Could someone have witnessed Atell¡¯s practice?¡± Elaina asked softly.


    ¡°No, I make sure to monitor the surroundings closely whenever Atell leaves the home, and the wards set up on the ridge are powerful enough to block any observers¡­¡±


    ¡°Then¡­?¡±


    ¡°From the north. When Atell first arrived, I dismissed the agents from the Aurelians and Coven alike. They came seeking the Heartstone the boy had stolen, but it was no use as he¡¯d already consumed it¡­¡±


    ¡°...So you think they return, seeking reparations?¡± Elaina didn¡¯t find it likely that either group would exert much effort to punish a slave that had fallen into Sivelle¡¯s care.


    ¡°No, this was a probe. They had an idea of my strength, yet still sent Mundane to complete the task. The perpetrator wanted to observe my¡­ alertness and willingness to protect the boy.¡± Sivelle sighed deeply. ¡°Those were all men of Shimmering Heights, illusions engraved deeply in their minds, believing themselves mercenaries of Kobi hired by a Reaper.¡±


    Elaina¡¯s frown tightened into a thin line. ¡°The Coven then?¡±


    ¡°I believe so. I do not know what they seek. Maybe to extract knowledge of my recipes from the boy, or maybe it¡¯s an attempt to settle the old debts...¡±


    A shiver crept down Elaina¡¯s spine as her mother stood ¡ª bitter fury burning in the woman¡¯s eyes. She had seen this look once before. Those who provoked the ire of the Huntress of the Frozen Expanse would soon find their blood run cold.


    ***


    Dashing mutely through the forest like an apparition, Sivelle followed the traces of Mana left clinging to the men¡¯s corpses back to their source.


    The crude trail was an insult to her skill as a hunter. Someone so precise in layering their illusions would not leave such obvious proof of their involvement unless they intended to be found. Even a trap would contain more subtlety than this, so Sivelle worried not for her own safety.


    Unless one of the Branch Leaders made a personal appearance, no Witch of the Coven posed her any threat.


    Sivelle paused at the edge of the clearing as her prey entered her sight. Two women stood patiently among the protruding rocks and snow, their dark outfits danced with the shadows as the wind swept past.


    The silver clasps of their cloaks depicted a serpent coiled around a half-open eye with a crescent-shaped pupil. They made no attempt to hide their affiliation, a clear provocation that elicited a snort from Sivelle.


    Neither woman appeared to be dressed for battle. One simply clasped her hands together inside her long billowing sleeves, while the other wore a plain black mask and clenched her fists at her side, appearing taut ¡ª almost anxious.


    ¡°Well, out with it,¡± Sivelle barked. Her disdain for the two Witches was evident, evoking a grimace from the rigid one.


    ¡°Lady Sivelle, I¡¯ve long heard of your boorish attitude, but there is no need for such hostility. We come seeking a simple trade, not violence.¡± A bright smile blossomed on the mature Witch¡¯s face as she stepped forward to address Sivelle. Her countenance was refined and seductive.


    ¡®Likely the illusionist¡­¡¯ Sivelle mused. She raised her hand, sending a flash of azure light through the air faster than the eye could track.


    The smile froze on the mature woman¡¯s face as a shallow cut appeared on her cheek. Sivelle left a trace of her Mana inside the wound, making sure it wouldn¡¯t be easy to heal.


    A low hiss emerged from the illusionist''s lips as the pain registered moments later in her mind.


    ¡°If you understand my nature then there was no need to act so dubiously, carelessly wasting the lives of Mundane. Speak your intentions clearly. I will not ask again.¡± Sivelle announced.


    The masked woman strode forward but was held back by her partner. ¡°We want the boy. We are willing to open the Coven¡¯s trove of magical ingredients and allow you to select any three items in exchange.¡±


    ¡°Is my apprentice¡¯s life so cheap?¡± Sivelle remarked. ¡°Do you not think I possess the ability to gather ingredients myself?¡±


    ¡°N-No harm will come to the child!¡± The masked woman blurted out.


    The illusionist sighed but didn¡¯t rebuke her partner. ¡°Of course you have the ability to gather materials, but even someone of your stature cannot freely roam through the Coven¡¯s territory. We possess ingredients that you won¡¯t find anywhere else, surely you must know this?¡±


    ¡°Why do you seek the child?¡± Sivelle chose to temporarily ignore the woman¡¯s backhanded insult.


    ¡°It is a private affair of the Coven, but I can swear a blood oath before the Ancestors to look after his well-being,¡± A hint of relief entered the masked woman¡¯s voice as she finally had the chance to speak.


    Sivelle shook her head. ¡°I will brook no further discussion on this matter. The boy is not an object to be traded. He stays with me. And if I find any traces of the Coven still lingering around, I will eliminate the threats without hesitation.¡±


    ¡°Sivelle, think carefully... The Matron is willing to put any debts to rest if you agree.¡± The illusionist spoke boldly, gathering Mana at her fingertips.


    ¡°You seek to instruct me, child!¡± Sivelle bellowed. The air froze in the wake of her voice. ¡°It is not I who owes a debt to the Coven¡­ Unless the Matron personally delivers Branch Leader Elisen¡¯s head to me on a platter, I will not forget our animosity!¡±


    Another flash of light severed the illusionist¡¯s right hand from her wrist.


    ¡°That is punishment for reaching your wretched hand into the affairs of my territory,¡± Sivelle warned. ¡°Now begone, future perpetrators will be killed on sight.¡±


    She released her hold on the women and watched carefully for any traces of unwillingness in their eyes.


    The illusionist clenched her jaw and clutched the stump of her arm as she fled into the shadows. After the masked woman hesitated for a second, she quickly followed.


    Sivelle¡¯s gaze turned to the sky as they faded into the distance. Her imposing posture deflated. The Coven¡¯s proposal was puzzling¡­ She had hoped to gain some answers but received only more questions. It was clear that they were unaware of the boy¡¯s potential or they wouldn¡¯t have offered such a paltry reward. Furthermore, the fact that the masked woman was willing to perform a Blood Oath was even more bizarre. It was akin to binding herself to the boy for life.


    ¡®Strange indeed...¡¯


    Unless he decided to become her official disciple, Atell would only remain in her care until she felt he was capable of returning to his tribe safely... If the Coven still sought him out at that time, it was out of her hands.


    Sivelle disappeared from the clearing, allowing the wind to howl through the forest once more.


    ***


    A cool hand rested on Atell¡¯s forehead as he woke.


    ¡°...Feeling okay?¡±


    ¡°Yea¡­¡± Tears leaked out of his eyes as he turned his head away from Sivelle. She continued stroking his hair, quietly humming a tune until Atell was able to reign in his turbulent emotions. ¡°How long was I asleep this time?¡±


    ¡°Only through the night,¡± Sivelle chuckled softly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you had to witness that, Atell, but I wanted you to¡­ understand certain things.¡±


    Atell nodded. He thought he understood what she was implying. The Aurelians would often publicly punish offenders in the village. Maimings, whippings, and even the occasional execution. Often it was the Ravens at the receiving end. They were the most¡­ willful of the tribes under the Clan¡¯s control.


    No, last night wasn¡¯t Atell¡¯s first time witnessing death. The Hinterlands were cruel and violent. It was no place for the weak of heart.


    He only found himself replaying the events of last night over and over in his mind because he¡¯d never witnessed a grown man who was armed ¡ª so helpless to fight back. There may as well have been ropes binding those men, their heads already resting on the executioner¡¯s block.


    Sivelle wielded true power. She held the lives of those men in the palm of her hand, killing them as easily as squashing a pest. Atell found himself drawn to that dominance, yearning for it, and it made him anxious. He couldn¡¯t figure out why he felt that way.


    ¡°Why¡¯d they do it?¡± He finally asked. A few scant interactions with Aamir was enough for Atell to determine that the man was well-respected in town. He knew that didn¡¯t equate to good character, but Shimmering Heights was a peaceful place.


    ¡°They were tricked by someone.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­¡± Although Sivelle didn¡¯t go into much detail, Atell had little interest in their motives. He only inquired to distract himself from his discomforting desires.


    Seconds ticked by as they relapsed into silence. Sivelle seemed to be waiting for something. A question likely, but of what nature?


    ¡°Sivelle¡­¡± Atell paused. It was still gnawing away at his consciousness. He sought control, the freedom power would provide. The Aurelians could rule over the Trion Mountains because they had it. Sivelle could kill those men without a second thought because she had it.


    His mother was exiled from the tribe, unable to love whom she pleased because she didn¡¯t have it. And his father died in a mining accident because he didn¡¯t have it.


    Strength gave one the ability to determine their own fate as Atell saw it. He knew his grandfather thought the same way. Maybe that was why Tenshi wanted him to remain in the Dynasty. There was more opportunity here. Resources and knowledge were more accessible to people of low standing. He couldn¡¯t let this chance slip through his fingers¡­


    ¡°...Will you help me perform my Initiate Ceremony?¡± Atell¡¯s voice was scarcely louder than a whisper.


    Sivelle¡¯s face remained stoic as he snuck a glance at her. ¡°Look at me, Atell,¡± she commanded. ¡°I will only help you if you tell me what it is you seek.¡±


    ¡°W-What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°What are your goals? Aspirations for the future?¡±


    Atell hesitated for a few minutes, searching for an answer. ¡°I want to become a Warlock so I can help free my tribe.¡±


    It wasn''t good enough. Sivelle¡¯s frown deepened. ¡°Speak truthfully, Atell. I won¡¯t give you another chance.¡±


    Anger surged through Atell¡¯s veins. What more did he have to say? Was it such a big deal? Becoming an Initiate in his tribe was only special because they were stifled so heavily by the Aurelians. He knew Sivelle had the resources to perform the ceremony in excess.


    But if she asked, he would oblige.


    ¡°I hate them!¡± Atell growled while rising from his mattress. ¡°The Aurelians. They looked down on my people and destroyed my family! I want to put them in their place, shackle their feet and send them into the mines never to see the light of day.¡± All the emotions that had been simmering in the back of his mind for the past year surged to the surface. He was nearly panting at the end of his tirade, feeling exhausted.


    ¡°Good, at least you were honest. I will help you, but you must first erase your debt, then earn enough to pay for the ceremony yourself. How long that takes is up to you.¡±


    Atell acceded to her demands with a nod and slumped back onto the bed, both surprised and elated Sivelle had agreed. In his mind, he started mapping out a plan¡­


    ***


    Sivelle sat on the porch, reflecting on her conversation with Atell as the chair rocked gently, forward and back, like the tug-of-war in her conscience.


    She feared for the boy¡¯s future, but she didn¡¯t doubt he would be able to find the means to break the shackles of the Mundane even if she refused. It wasn¡¯t her place to deny him anyway, preaching right from wrong. Her youth had been all too similar, and she believed that Atell would find a purpose greater than vengeance somewhere down the line.


    There was also the fact that she found herself more and more interested in the boy¡¯s bloodline and the potential of the magic he would wield.


    Amendments to their daily routine would be necessary if she were to squeeze out his greatest potential...

 Chapter 10

    ¡°Again!¡± Sivelle barked as an arrow flew wide right of its mark.


    Atell groaned as he retrieved another arrow from the quiver, nocking it on the bowstring. He aimed carefully at the target across the lawn, unaffected by the sun¡¯s glare as he drew the bow and fired. Another miss.


    ¡°Gah! Can¡¯t I just¡­ use a knife, or my hands, maybe,¡± Atell complained. He¡¯d been practicing with the bow for over two weeks now, making little to no progress. Something about holding the weapon in his hands felt awkward, almost uncomfortable. His strength was more than adequate for fully drawing the recurve bow and firing arrows with tremendous speed, but his instincts seemed to be holding him back somehow.


    ¡°Have a little patience. Do you think yourself strong enough to kill a Mana Beast with your bare hands? Laughable.¡±


    ¡°Maybe not, but¡­ is this really necessary?¡±


    Sivelle rolled her eyes. ¡°Of course it''s necessary. Awakening your bloodlines is all about breaking through your limits, performing deeds that stimulate the latent power buried deep within your body.¡±


    ¡°I get that!¡± Atell¡¯s frustration was starting to boil over. ¡°But I mean... I already have one awakened. If I rouse both of them, won¡¯t it just weaken me when they compete during the ritual? I don¡¯t even want this stupid bloodline! Can¡¯t I just perform the ceremony and be rid of it!¡± his shouts echoed across the ridge.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be so stubborn, Atell. You will need strength to achieve your revenge. You can¡¯t escape this fact. Not awakening the blood of the Auric Wolf before your ceremony is the same as crippling yourself. Do you believe that the Mountain Trolls are superior? The Aurelians ruled over your tribe for a reason¡­¡± Sivelle explained patiently, unperturbed by Atell¡¯s annoyance. The words were harsh, she knew, but the boy needed to come to terms with his heritage or his progress would be limited in the future.


    Atell paced around the yard, waving his hands maniacally as he verbally assaulted the Auric Wolf in his mind. He didn¡¯t even know if this hunting ritual was the proper way to awaken his other bloodline, but it was his best guess at the moment. Frustration continued to mount as he thought about all the work that had led up to this point. The Initiate Ceremony was within his grasp, he was so close¡­ until his contemptible lineage reared its head to shackle him once more.


    After Sivelle had agreed to assist him with Initiate Ceremony, he had completely devoted himself to earning money in order to fund it: Venturing off into the surrounding forests to collect his own ingredients, working well past their usual hours in the greenhouse to brew his own simple potions and remedies. The successes were few, and of low quality, but by selling them to Miss Lotti he could still earn a sizeable chunk of money.


    His original goal was to become an official Warlock before the subsequent New Years Festival, but now that timeline had long since elapsed, further inciting Atell¡¯s craze. Another year on this damn mountain and he felt he had nothing to show for it aside from the jingling coins in his pouch. What good would that do for his tribe?


    Money was easily earned with his growing skill in Alchemy, but power still eluded him. Hard work alone wasn¡¯t enough to achieve his goals.


    Sivelle took note of his determination and likewise imposed more demanding standards on his performance and schedule. The exercise routine in the morning was adjusted further to push his body past its limits, and the old Concocter was no longer satisfied with him simply watching and learning during her work. His body was able to manage the workload but his mind struggled to keep pace. Both activities required intense concentration and precision for long periods of time, exhausting Atell mentally.


    If that wasn¡¯t enough, she also began giving him short lectures at night after her daily inspection of the Whispering Gorge. Anything ranging from advanced Concocting techniques to the foundations of magic, and even to learning Ibmurin, the language used by the Dynasty¡¯s upper echelons. Atell originally found the language lessons to be absurd ¡ª as pretty much everyone he¡¯d ever met spoke Common to an extent ¡ª but Sivelle insisted that it was necessary because ¡®As a Warlock, he would be more likely to interact with members of high society¡¯. Atell begrudgingly agreed with this point despite his lack of interest in interacting with such people.


    The long days were almost as grueling as those he¡¯d experienced in the mine, but initially... everything seemed to be going according to plan, even exceeding his expectations. Atell felt himself improving daily as his debt quickly dwindled. His outlook was bright and his body full of vitality... all was on the right track until the warm weather took a turn.


    Winter arrived just as he hit a wall, stagnating for well over the entire season. When he approached Sivelle with the necessary money to purchase an Origin Crystal, she had demanded that he Awaken his other bloodline before she would assist him. This led to thoughts of seeking outside help, but Atell couldn¡¯t bring himself to trust a complete stranger and it was likely there was no better candidate than Sivelle in the area to perform the job.


    The main issue was that he had no idea how to complete this task. He hadn¡¯t even known what a Bloodline Awakening was until he¡¯d accidentally ignited his Troll bloodline by nearly killing himself. And the Aurelians obviously hadn¡¯t divulged any of their secrets to a mixed-blood like himself.


    After thinking about the topic for weeks, taking shelter from the biting wind and snow, Atell finally concluded that his best bet was to recreate the Great Hunt that the Aurelians carried out on occasion.


    During the Great Hunt, members of the Clan both young and old would ride out into the Northern Forest and hunt for days on end, returning bloodied but victorious. There was no predetermined time when they would commence a Hunt, nor was there a specific number of days it would proceed. On the surface, it seemed completely random.


    Atell only assumed it was the key to ending his worries because he clearly remembered Raiden had become an Initiate almost directly after returning from his first Great Hunt. Although, he still had no idea what would occur during the event¡­ what trigger was necessary to awaken the blood?


    Sivelle had agreed with his assumptions when he brought it up and began taking him out on her incursions to the Gorge. She taught him all about tracking, the habits of the forest¡¯s denizens, processing kills, and so much more.


    Now, Atell found himself learning the bow. The final step before Sivelle would let him make an attempt at taking down a suitable Mana Beast.


    But once again Atell found himself faltering, the bow fought desperately against his attempts to master it...


    ¡°Ahh¡ª! This is taking too long!¡± Atell released his inhibitions, shouting to the sky.


    Sivelle approached and placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt cool energy enter his body, soothing the lava in his veins and placating the raging tide.


    ¡°Why are you in such a hurry? Becoming an Initiate won¡¯t allow you to immediately resolve your grievances. It is merely the first step on a long path. And if your first step is unstable, you will have to struggle to correct your balance with each subsequent one. Swinging back and forth, all until you eventually teeter off the path completely.¡±


    ¡°I know... but I¡¯m already older than 10! Raiden was barely even 9 years old when he advanced.¡±


    ¡°Is this what is bothering you? Some petty rivalry?¡± Sivelle laughed. ¡°Why does your age even matter?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ But everyone in the Clan seemed to think it was an amazing achievement. They hailed him as a prodigy,¡± Atell grumbled in reply.


    ¡°I can tell you with confidence that the time of advancement matters not as long as it is before the age of 12. Naturally, some will progress faster than others, but this is only due to their access to resources and knowledge. What¡¯s most important is building a stable foundation. I can¡¯t stress this enough. We of the Ancestral Races live for hundreds of years, child. A small headstart won¡¯t make a difference in the long run.¡±


    ¡°...Ok.¡±


    ¡°Diligence and patience will take you far,¡± Sivelle reminded. ¡°You¡¯ve made great progress, Atell. The task is daunting, but victory will only taste that much sweeter. Now, fire again.¡±


    Atell adjusted his posture, pulled back the bowstring and loosed. A satisfying thunk rung in his ears for the first time¡­


    ***


    Sitting beneath a rocky overhang, Atell listened to soft and steady patter of rain. With nothing else to occupy his time, he reflected on the ¡®Great Hunt¡¯ thus far.


    Calling it such was a farce, considering he spent the majority of his time doing exactly as he was now ¡ª cowering under cover, trying to wait out the winds and rain heralding the coming of Spring.


    Conditions were poor so they¡¯d started slow, tracking deer, rabbits, and other Mundane creatures. Atell managed to pick a few off with his bow, collecting skins and meat to sell back in town. But more often than not, his shots were errant, squandering hours of effort.


    Sivelle stood by his side throughout, occasionally offering advice but mostly allowing him to work on his own. It was her understanding that Awakening rituals required the candidate to put forth their own efforts. The Ancestors would not acknowledge those who received outside help during their trials.


    So, after a few days of practice, he turned his attention to some of the weaker Mana Beasts roaming around. Brukies, in particular, had a large population and weren¡¯t considered very dangerous by the local hunters, making them an easy target. The rodents worked in pairs, their small and nimble bodies incessantly chasing each other through the trees.


    Atell had seen them many times throughout their journey. They appeared relatively harmless and he enjoyed their playful chatter and long bushy tails. He even found their mushed faces and wide, round eyes endearing for a time. If Sivelle hadn¡¯t informed him otherwise, he would have mistaken them as yet another Mundane species. Regrettably, his first encounter with the creatures abruptly flipped his favorable opinion of them on its head. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Two Brukies sat high in the branches of a tree, cleaning each other¡¯s fur while Atell squatted down below in a nearby bush, carefully taking aim at the busiest of the two. He knew as soon as he released his grip ¡ª the missile flew true. It was a sensation he¡¯d developed after handling the bow for a sufficient amount of time. A second arrow was swiftly nocked in anticipation of taking down the partner.


    However, he quickly learned that Mana Beasts were not simple targets like the Mundane. Mocking squeaks sounded from above as the arrow swerved off course. Atell was shocked, but he didn¡¯t have time to comprehend his failure as a verdant blade of wind sliced towards him.


    His heart palpitated when he realized he had no room to dodge. A second blade was already bearing down on him from behind. Atell squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting his impending death... but it never arrived.


    Cool wind brushing across his exposed skin alerted him to his survival. He looked down, immediately noticing the lack of a gaping slash across his chest. Another similar breeze flowed across his back alerting Atell to the reality of the situation ¡ª the Brukies attacks were harmless. It took a conscious effort to choke down his anger when he saw Sivelle standing behind him with an amused smile on her face.


    High pitched screeches echoed through the air as another pair of wind blades ruffled his clothes. The little critters waved their tiny fists, seemingly infuriated by the lack of damage. They were out for blood as they leaped through the branches, sending forth a volley of attacks.


    Atell simply shrugged them off as he took up aim once more. Yet, just as futile as their efforts were to harm him, so to were his own. None of his arrows could come close before being pushed aside by a gust of wind, and he was nowhere near quick enough to chase the beasts on foot.


    Both parties eventually came to a ceasefire when Atell¡¯s quiver was emptied and the rodents were out of Mana. The Brukies chittered at him a few more times before dashing away. It was a thoroughly disappointing affair for all the parties involved aside from Sivelle.


    Throughout that day Atell continued taking on the irritating vermin, to no avail. Their chirps and squawks haunted his dreams.


    Discouraged by his lack of results, Atell switched targets, aiming for Burrowers the next day. But once again, he was met with failure. He could reliably sneak up on the fat moles if he maintained a sufficient distance; however, their hides were thick, stone-like in nature and could easily shrug off any arrows. Then, after the initial surprise attack, they would disappear into the earth. Alternatively, if he tried to creep too close, they would sense the vibrations in the ground produced by his steps and make a quick escape. Another day of thrilling failures was cut short by a sudden bout of rain, bringing him to where he was now ¡ª wallowing in misery.


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t look like it¡¯s going to let up anytime soon. We¡¯ll rest here for the night,¡± Sivelle announced as she swept into the cover.


    Atell sighed, bringing his head to rest on his knees.


    ¡°Why so glum?¡± Sivelle teased.


    ¡°How¡­ How am I ever going to finish this?¡±


    ¡°Before I answer, I want to hear your thoughts.¡±


    ¡°I just can¡¯t get anywhere near these creatures without them detecting me! And I¡¯m not accurate enough to hit any vitals with the bow. They¡¯re too alert and resilient anyway¡­¡± Atell complained.


    ¡°So, what do you think you should do?¡±


    ¡°Invade their dens, maybe? Corner them, or find a situation where they won¡¯t run?¡±


    ¡°A possibility¡­albeit a dangerous one.¡± They sat quietly for a few moments, staring out at the curtain of descending water. ¡°I think you¡¯re going about this in the wrong way,¡± Sivelle finally spoke, disturbing their reverie. ¡°The Auric Wolf was a beast who dreamt of devouring the sun. A mortal that climbed to the apex of this world by circumventing the pack-minded nature of its species, surpassing all in its path until it dared to challenge a God. In the end, the wolf failed and was struck down by Helios for its insolence... I know little else of the wolf¡¯s legend, but it does shed light on the potential trials he may have set for his descendants.¡±


    Atell turned to face Sivelle as she continued on, ¡°You¡¯ve seen it yourself, these Brukies and Burrowers pose no threat. They may be Mana Beasts but they¡¯re non-aggressive species, content to forage and live peacefully with skillsets to match. You must display your courage, confronting a powerful opponent even if failure means death. I think you¡¯ve been too unsure of yourself, unwilling to embrace your instincts.¡±


    ¡°...Those Brukies seemed awfully eager to bring me harm.¡± Atell grumbled, eliciting a chuckle from Sivelle.


    ¡°They just enjoy making mischief.¡±


    ¡°Then... what would you have me do?¡± Atell sighed.


    ¡°Stop hesitating. Face this challenge head-on. I can tell deep down, that you still don¡¯t desire to complete this trial. You fear that if the Auric Wolf emerges the victor in your Initiate Ceremony, that you will become one of the people you despise. However, you must understand that it is your actions that will determine who you are and what you will become ¡ª not the blood that flows through your veins.


    ¡°Gah!¡± Atell groaned. ¡°I just¡­ can¡¯t! My grandfather has always wanted me to lead the tribe¡­ how will they accept me if I become one of those wolves?¡±


    Sivelle laughed. ¡°Show them with your actions! If your family still cannot accept you for who you are, then they are not worthy of your love and devotion.¡±


    Atell laid back, feeling the soft dirt against his back through the cloak. If it was his uncle Irth, the man would have likely charged straight into the forest, bellowing a challenge to all within earshot. Irth would do whatever it takes to get justice for the tribe, then worry about the consequences later. The thought brought a smile to his face. He was eager to see his family again. Tenshi was approaching the end of his years and Atell was determined to fulfill the man¡¯s wishes before his passing. He couldn¡¯t allow himself to falter here.


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll do it properly.¡±


    ¡°Very well. Trust your instincts, they will not lead you down the wrong path.¡±


    ***


    Melodious bird calls echoed between the trees as the midday sun burst through the gaps in the canopy. Atell inhaled deeply through his nose, enjoying the earthy smell that always follows the rain.


    He stalked carefully through the brush, eyes darting about in search of signs to locate a suitable adversary. His steps were slow but steady, continuing on in this manner for hours until the heavens finally blessed him with an opportunity.


    Deep claw marks were carved into a nearby tree trunk, accompanied by the pungent odor of urine ¡ª clear signs of a Jade Mountain Lion marking its territory.


    ¡®Perfect...¡¯ Atell mumbled to himself. They were solitary creatures, uncommon in the area as they were frequently poached for their vivid green claws that would be fashioned into jewelry. From what he knew, small teams of hunters were usually required to cooperate in order to take one down, but his gut told him this was the opportunity he had been searching for.


    Atell continued to follow the trail until he arrived near a narrow creek cutting through a clearing. The metallic scent of blood assaulted his nose as observed the Mountain Lion enjoying its meal.


    Suddenly, the beast lifted its bloody maw from the entrails of the deer to sniff the air.  Atell shifted uncomfortably in the shadows at the edge of the glade, fearing his approach had already been exposed even though he positioned himself downwind.


    Fortunately, it seemed the beast was just being cautious as it quickly lowered its head back towards the feast. Dense muscles rippled beneath its motley brown hide as Atell slowly drew his bow.


    Felling the beast with a single arrow was well outside of his expectations, but he at least hoped to hinder its mobility with the opening strike. He took a deep breath as he aimed¡­


    A sharp hiss pierced whistled the air as the arrow sliced across the Mountain Lion¡¯s hind leg, drawing blood. Atell was surprised how deep the wound was, maybe the beast had less defensive abilities due to its more predatory nature.


    But there was no time to think further, and barely enough space between them to fire a second shot as the beast barreled towards him without a moment''s hesitation, blood dripping from the fangs bared in a nasty snarl.


    The second arrow glanced off the Mountain Lion¡¯s side as it roared, tensing its muscles to leap through the air. Luckily, this motion seemed to aggravate its wound, eliciting a grimace and an off-balance assault.


    Adrenaline coursed through Atell¡¯s body in this moment of desperation. He rolled awkwardly to the side as a shower of dirt obscured his vision.


    He tried to scramble to his feet but was immediately knocked back down by a casual swipe of the beast''s paw. Atell quickly found himself face to face with the Jade Mountain Lion. Hot breath tickled his ears as saliva dripped onto his face.


    Fresh blood oozed across Atell¡¯s chest as its bright claws pressed him into the ground. The wound wasn¡¯t deep, but it continued to enlarge as the beast pressed more of its weight forward.


    In a flash, rows of sharp teeth approached from above.


    A desolate howl, long forgotten in the tides of time, filled Atell¡¯s ears as his blood ignited. Waves of intense heat surged through his veins with each rapid pulse of his heart. He reached up purposefully, an astonishing clarity guiding his actions as he gripped each edge of the Mountain Lion¡¯s open jaw.


    With a strength unbecoming his youthful body, Atell was able to temporarily halt the maw¡¯s descent. The intense heat circulating through his body gushed into his palms. It felt as though his hands had been submerged in the fire as he strained every muscle to its limit. Atell similarly bared his teeth as he stared defiantly into the lion¡¯s bloodshot eyes.


    A bestial roar emerged from the depths of his chest, gathering strength in his lungs before it rumbled through his throat. Atell pushed upwards with all his might as the primal noise escaped his lips. The reluctance, heat, and anger concentrated in his body seemed to release all at once as the monstrous beast toppled over.


    As Atell rose from the dirt, the Mountain Lion clawed frantically at its own skull. There was no evidence of injury, yet it remained writhing in pain. But no matter how it squirmed and resisted¡­ whatever plagued its body would not recede. The beast spasmed continuously, smoke pouring out its orifices until it fell silent with a final twitch.


    The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Atell approached his kill, lost in the thrill of conquest. Sharp claws emerged from his fingertips as he plunged his hand deep into the beast¡¯s chest. Insatiable desire consumed his mind as he retrieved its heart. He gazed around for the tallest tree nearby before scrambling up its trunk.


    Atell swayed precariously at the ancient tree¡¯s apex, lifting his offering above his head as he roared, declaring his victory to the heavens. Once again, his blood ignited as a blinding bolt of lightning descended from the cloudless sky to consume the crimson heart held high above his head.


    Slowly, the heart dissolved into ash... to be carried away by the breeze.


    As the adrenaline continued to drain from Atell¡¯s body, he released one final, shuddering sigh, then clambered back down to the ground. Sivelle was waiting for him. He squared his shoulders and looked into her eyes. Her gaze carried a hint of anticipation as she waited for him to speak.


    ¡°It was... a success¡­¡± Atell announced between breaths


    Sivelle nodded. ¡°Good. I¡¯ve already salvaged the lion¡¯s claws and Beast Core. Now, we just need to find a place to camp¡­ and get you cleaned up.


    Atell managed to chuckle as he looked down at himself. His clothes were in tatters, soaked in sticky blood.


    ¡°It wasn¡¯t the most¡­ graceful fight I¡¯ve ever seen.¡± Sivelle admitted.


    ¡°I just slipped¡­¡± Atell mumbled, defensively.


    Sivelle laughed as she guided him out of the clearing.


    ¡°Should we, uh¡­ clean up?¡± Atell asked, looking over his shoulder at the smoking corpse.


    ¡°No need. There¡¯s already a sizeable pack of Timber Wolves nearby, eagerly awaiting a fresh meal.¡±


    A shiver ran down his spine as Atell hurried after Sivelle. That night, he fell into a long-awaited, deep slumber.

 Chapter 11

    Atell fidgeted with the white ceremonial robe clinging tightly to his skin. He was a mess of nerves at the moment, seated at the kitchen counter while Sivelle was out in the front yard wrapping up the final preparations for the Initiate Ceremony. He wanted to help out but she insisted that he remain inside to adjust his mental state.


    ¡®A lot of good that did¡­¡¯ Atell grumbled. He shifted robe once more, trying to loosen it up. Originally, it wasn¡¯t intended to be so tight; however, his frame had filled out with a little more muscle after the second Awakening. It was strange, despite his most recent hibernation lasting only a few days, the physical changes he experienced were much more... visually pronounced.


    Upon awakening, his body had felt surprisingly lithe, despite the increase in height and weight, he was much lighter on his feet. Sivelle had remarked that such changes were more common.  His discomfort and awkwardness following his first bout of slumber were more outside the norm.


    But truthfully, it mattered not. Any changes to his Mundane body would be supplanted by the evolution wrought by Mana.


    ¡°Atell!¡± Sivelle called out as she stepped inside. ¡°Oh, you¡¯re right here.¡± The Fae¡¯s eyes softened as they landed on him.


    Atell hopped off the stool, his mouth drawing a crooked line as his heart threatened to burst out of his chest.


    ¡°Hey, you¡¯re gonna be fine.¡± Sivelle knelt down and grasped his hands. She smiled warmly.


    ¡°I-I¡¯ve heard it''s painful¡­¡±


    ¡°After all you¡¯ve been through, you¡¯re worried about a little pain?¡± Sivelle laughed. ¡°Have faith in yourself, Atell. You¡¯ve worked very, very hard to reach this point. I¡¯m proud of you.¡±


    Atell rubbed his eyes, failing to hide the tears as Sivelle embraced him. A myriad of emotions swam in his stomach, overwhelming his senses. Pride, self-pity, conviction, doubt¡­ he¡¯d never felt so much in such a short amount of time and it left him awfully confused. Sivelle retracted her arms and handed him a cloth to dry his eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯ve invited a friend of mine to help us out. I tend to ignore any information that doesn¡¯t greatly interest me¡­¡± Sivelle smiled wryly. ¡°...Therefore, I¡¯m not too confident in my own understanding of the ceremony. He¡¯s much more experienced with the ritual for Demons, so you¡¯ll be in good hands.¡±


    Atell groaned, his shoulders shaking between the laughs and sobs.


    ¡°C¡¯mon, I¡¯ll take you out to meet him and we can get this thing underway.¡±


    ***


    Sivelle nearly trampled Atell when the boy suddenly stopped, flinching back in the doorframe. Honestly, she should have anticipated it. Juma¡¯s Spirit Companion was lounging right outside, in the shade provided by the porch awning. The blue and white tiger yawned, stretching open its massive jaw with a hint of mirth in its eyes as it sized up the anxious Demon.


    ¡°Enough, Pang.¡± A dark-haired man scolded from afar; his azure robe rippled like a disturbed pond as a warm breeze brushed across the lawn. It always amazed Sivelle that such a lively spirit chose to contract with the stern and scholarly man.


    ¡°Pang was just teasing, Father,¡± the little girl lying in the beast¡¯s soft fur announced.


    ¡°I know Akemi, but the boy already has enough worries. Now is not the time to play.¡± Juma strolled over as Atell cautiously descended the steps. ¡°I apologize on behalf of my companion. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Juma Rei and I am honored to assist the apprentice of Grandmaster Sivelle on this special day.¡±


    Sivelle rolled her eyes. She had guessed that Juma agreed to her request so readily in order to get a head start on recruiting the boy, but she didn¡¯t think he¡¯d be so overt in his attempts. The Rei Clan must still be lacking a suitable replacement following her retirement from their service a few years ago.


    Fortunately for her, Atell was oblivious to the Dynasty¡¯s culture and etiquette. She had no doubt that the crest on Juma¡¯s robe and his status as the current head of one of the Paragon Clans was unknown to the boy.


    ¡°Nice to meet you, I¡¯m Atell. Thanks for the help.¡±


    A smirk crept onto her lips as she heard her faithful assistant''s casual reply.


    ¡°Ah, yes... Shall we get started then?¡± Juma maintained his composure as he gestured for Atell to follow him to the small altar set up in the center of the lawn.


    Sivelle walked over to little Akemi and helped the girl to her feet. Hand-in-hand, they approached the ritual site, maintaining a safe distance.


    ¡°Now, do you have any questions before we begin?¡± Juma paused in front of the ornate white jade statue, that was about half his size. Itri¡¯s likeness was beautifully carved ¡ª her visage even more detailed and menacing than the counterpart Shimmering Heights had recently commissioned. Adorned by black Naga Scales and Blood Ruby eyes¡­ this was likely the Rei Clan¡¯s formal altar.


    To allow an outsider its use was beyond Sivelle¡¯s expectations. She sighed, they were supposed to be even after this but Juma had managed to coax another favor out of her in the end. He was much more astute than the old Spirit King, which she often forgot.


    ¡°I-I think I¡¯m alright,¡± Atell replied.


    ¡°Very well. Watch the process carefully Akemi, we will have to do the same when your ceremony takes place later this year.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Father.¡± The girl¡¯s grip tightened around Sivelle¡¯s fingers.


    ¡°Sivelle informed me that you have the Origin Crystal, Atell?¡± Juma asked.


    ¡°Y-Yea, right here.¡± The boy¡¯s hands were trembling as he retrieved the cloudy grey crystal from his robes. All of his accumulated effort over the past two years went into purchasing the small crystal, hopefully, Atell wouldn¡¯t be too disheartened watching it crushed right before his eyes.


    Juma accepted the Origin Crystal with a slight bow, then placed it down in a bowl at the base of the altar. With great care, the man knelt down and started grinding the crystal into a powder using Mana gathered in his fist.


    Once he was satisfied, Juma stood up and waved his hand, a black ceremonial knife appearing in his grasp. He beckoned for Atell to approach. The boy stepped forward, holding his right palm skyward as he extended his arm. Lines of tension marked the child¡¯s forehead as Juma brought the knife across the proffered hand.


    A sharp gasp, but nothing more; Atell grit his teeth as Juma directed the wound over the wooden bowl, dripping dark blood onto the crystalline dust.


    Sivelle watched eagerly, anticipation mounting. Which bloodline of Atell¡¯s would prevail? She had hopes that there was truth to her suspicion: Atell¡¯s first awakened bloodline was not that of a Mountain Troll; rather, something of much grander pedigree. She still made sure he roused the blood of the Auric Wolf as a back-up. After all, there may have been something she missed. Some reaction between the Flux Essence and the Nether Energy that triggered the miraculous recovery of the boy¡¯s body instead...


    But, regardless of which bloodline emerged the victor, the boy¡¯s foundation was incredible. He possessed broad and exceptionally tough Origin Channels as well as a body tempered by raw Origin Energy ¡ª far beyond the limits of the Mundane. In addition, she¡¯d been feeding him sizeable portions of nutrient-rich Mana Beast meat for nearly three meals a day since his arrival at her home. Atell¡¯s body was in peak condition. Juma was in for quite the surprise.


    The array embedded into the dirt around the altar flashed, glowing brightly as Juma stirred a portion of distilled liquid Mana into the bloodied powder. As his hand continued to slowly churn the mixture, echoes of an ancient voice rose from the earth and filled the surroundings, startling both Atell and the girl at her side. Even Sivelle herself was a bit disturbed by the incoherent whispers. It was a chilling noise, distorted by the hissing of snakes. It felt almost tangible as it crawled over her skin ¡ª an ominous pressure that made her feel like she was staring into the heart of the Abyss. Her existence felt tiny in comparison and she had no way to ward it off.


    Juma was the only one who remained unperturbed, continuing to stir with a steady hand, his experience demonstrating its worth as he successfully completed the task. Another bright flash of silvery light silenced the dreadful presence as Juma waited patiently for the mixture to settle.


    Although the voice had faded, Sivelle could still feel it lingering in the breeze, watching over the boy with rapt attention


    Finally, and with great care, Juma lifted the bowl ¡ª bringing the liquid up to Atell¡¯s lips.


    ¡°Drink quickly, and do your best to swallow as much as possible.¡±


    Atell didn¡¯t hesitate, his golden eyes suffused by a fiery glow as he gulped down the potent brew. The boy trembled as a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing hazy as he abruptly collapsed to his knees.


    An inky darkness descended on the mountain ridge as Atell started to convulse.


    Sivelle¡¯s heart clenched as her apprentice writhed in pain. She paid no mind to the strange phenomena occurring nearby, focusing only on the strain etched onto the boy¡¯s face.


    The black cloud slowly condensed, churning around their location like a whirlwind, rising and ebbing like the tide, moving faster and faster as it pushed the onlookers back.


    Juma frowned, stepping closer to his daughter and grasping her other hand. Sivelle looked over at him for any indication of worry, but he continued to watch in silence. The dark storm soon calmed, wrapping itself around Atell like a giant cocoon.


    They stood still in collective anticipation, waiting eagerly for his emergence.


    ¡®So... the Auric Wolf did lose out¡­¡¯ Sivelle¡¯s gloating was cut off by a bleak howl. The shadow of a golden wolf appeared, larger even than the massive spirit beast, Pang, who was still watching in the shade. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    The wolf paced around the dark cocoon once, twice, then a third time ¡ª looking for any indication of weakness. Suddenly, a gap emerged in the shell, eliciting a content growl from the wolf before it stepped inside.


    ¡°The Auric Wolf¡­could it be¡­? A hybrid?¡± Juma muttered at her side. Sivelle could feel the man¡¯s eyes burning into her skull. Unfortunately, she had no answer for her friend. She was just as surprised as he was.


    The Auric Wolf was a beast of grand origins ¡ª the spawn of Fenrir and Raiju. To find a bloodline of similar strength and prestige, and a compatible one at that¡­ was incomprehensible.


    ¡®But then why would the Aurelians alienate such a child? He was their hope of resurgence after thousands of years. Their steady decline and fall from power were all due to their inability to find compatible bloodlines like the others of Ancient Blood were able to. There¡¯s no way they would let Atell slip through their fingers if they knew.¡¯ Sivelle struggled to reconcile the situation in her mind.


    Another disturbance in the cocoon refocused her attention. Cracks emerged on its surface, leaking out putrid blood. Then, as the fissures expanded, rays of dark golden light burst forth, tearing through the sky.


    Sivelle was forced to shield her eyes as they increased in number and intensity until a loud crash akin to the shattering of glass pierced the veil of silence.


    The golden aurora slowly ebbed as the black cocoon crumbled into dust.


    A boy ¡ª much different than the child she knew ¡ª slowly uncurled himself, revealing his form to the world as the uncomfortable sound of retching dissipated the tension in the air.


    ¡°Easy there, Atell. It will take some time for your body and senses to adjust.¡±


    After an awkward few minutes, Atell finally finished emptying his guts and slowly wobbled to his feet.


    Sivelle regarded the Demon¡¯s curious new appearance as she helped him find his balance: Sleek black hair framed a prominent jawline and nose, still marred by a hint of childishness, but already displaying a heroic charm. Flecks of orange and red gathered around the pupils of his dark golden eyes, glittering in the sunlight as he blinked curiously at the observers. Suddenly, he looked down, furrowing his heavy brows. A flush of red, even deeper than the garnet tinge that now saturated his ashen skin, appeared on the boy¡¯s cheeks as he realized his utter nakedness.


    She laughed aloud as Atell struggled to cover himself while Juma hurriedly blocked Akemi¡¯s view. Sivelle eventually retrieved a spare set of clothes from her dimensional pouch when she decided the boy had suffered sufficient embarrassment.


    ¡°Thanks¡­¡± Atell mumbled as he quickly donned the plain linen clothes. While the outfit would have previously hung loosely from his bones, it now fit snugly on the boy¡¯s more robust and athletic body.


    His natural stance as he turned back to face them was much more confident than any he¡¯d displayed before. A straight spine and squared shoulders, no longer hunched from the long hours spent in the mine. He still retained his wild, unruly demeanor but now there was a subtle hint of dignity in his movements as well like he was a barbaric prince proudly displaying his might.


    ¡°Juma Rei pays his respects to the Primogenitor.¡± Juma bowed deeply, stunning everyone present. ¡°Quickly, Akemi¡­¡± The man urged his daughter to follow his lead.


    ¡°No need for that.¡± Sivelle decided it was time to step in. Although she knew that Demon traditions demanded such action, Atell had no idea what any of this meant, so there was no need to go and give him a big head. There was a reason those wrinkly old Demons were all stiff and conceited. She wouldn¡¯t allow an apprentice of hers to fall prey to the same pitfalls of society.


    ¡°Atell. Juma and I have some things to discuss inside. Why don¡¯t you play out here with Akemi and stretch out your body for a bit? I¡¯ll fill you in on everything afterward, ok?¡±


    ¡°A-Ah, yea... sure thing.¡± The boy¡¯s eyes were wide and unfocused, still contemplating Juma¡¯s words.


    After receiving her menacing glare, Juma reluctantly followed her back into the house. The man kept glancing back at his daughter, sending her signals with his eyes much to Sivelle¡¯s chagrin.


    ***


    ¡°Akemi Rei pays her respects to the Primogenitor.¡±


    Atell grimaced as the pudgy little girl clasped her hands and bowed. It was already awkward enough having an adult do so, especially when he had no idea what they meant or how to respond.


    ¡°Thanks¡­ I guess,¡± His evident blush and awkward reply evoked a bright, dimpled grin from the girl.


    ¡°How¡¯s it feel?¡±


    ¡°Terrible. The whole world was spinning and there were so many sounds and smells mixing together all at once¡­ it felt like someone had reached into my stomach and was twisting my intestines around in their hands.¡±


    ¡°Yuck!¡± Akemi twisted her face into a grimace. ¡°I¡¯m not looking forward to it. My brother wouldn¡¯t tell me anything about it and I¡¯m kinda glad he didn¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°Yea, I¡¯m sorry you had to see that¡­¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve seen worse,¡± Akemi shrugged. ¡°But the rest of your ceremony was really cool! My dad looked like he was impressed.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s good. I can¡¯t really remember much of it myself. I blanked out as soon as I drank that... liquid.¡± Atell scratched his head.


    ¡°Well, there was a big black cocoon, and a giant golden wolf appeared and jumped inside. Then, all these bright lights started shooting out and the cocoon exploded!¡± Akemi¡¯s narration was very animated, waving her hands around. ¡°I think the wolf even scared Pang a little bit,¡± she giggled. ¡°Pang! Come say hi!¡±


    The imposing tiger pushed itself up from the ground at the girl¡¯s call, slowly stalking over. Faint sparks of lightning flashed around its legs with every step, singing the grass and earth beneath its paws.


    Akemi skipped over to the beast, cheerily rubbing its fur as it dipped its head in greeting.


    Atell was inwardly amazed at the Spirit Beast¡¯s display of intelligence as he responded in kind. He had never heard of such creatures before, but they seemed more capable and powerful than Mana Beast¡¯s if Pang was any indication of their standards.


    ¡°You can pet him, you know?¡± Akemi giggled. ¡°His fur feels really nice and I think you¡¯re tall enough to reach his ears. That¡¯s his favorite spot.¡±


    Atell soon joined the girl at the tiger¡¯s side, reaching up to rub his hand through the silky coat.


    ¡°Wow¡­¡±


    ¡°Amazing, right? Pang is a Celestial Storm Tiger which is why he feels so fluffy and soft.¡±


    ¡°Celestial Storm Tiger¡­? I¡¯ve never heard of such a Beast.¡± Pang growled happily and leaned into Atell¡¯s touch as he stretched high to reach behind the tiger¡¯s ears.


    ¡°That¡¯s not surprising. He¡¯s from the Spirit Plane, after all. Not even my Grandfather knows of all the different Spirit Beasts that reside there.¡± Akemi informed him.


    ¡°Spirit Plane¡­ So, does your Clan have a way of traveling there? Is that how you meet them to form a contract?¡±


    ¡°Well, our bodies can¡¯t enter, but our magic allows us to send our own spirits inside. Then, we offer to bind our spirit with one of the Beasts that show interest. The contract we form allows them to travel freely back and forth between our realm and their own, so most are pretty willing to agree.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s awesome! Can you travel back and forth as well, or just the Spirit Beasts? And can you form a contract with more than one?¡± Atell rattled off a series of questions, but sensing Akemi¡¯s hesitation, he quickly apologized. ¡°...Sorry if I¡¯m prying too much! I got a little carried away.¡±


    ¡°No, it''s fine! Pretty much everyone in the Dynasty knows all about our magic, so it''s actually fun to meet someone who doesn¡¯t,¡± Akemi assured. ¡°Only the Spirit Beast¡¯s can freely traverse between the realms; although, no one in the family has been able to figure out why that¡¯s the case. And it is possible to have more than one Spirit Beast, but it''s pretty rare. Currently, only my grandfather and one of my cousins have more than one.¡±


    Atell took a moment to mull over her response, continuing to absentmindedly stroke Pang¡¯s fur as he imagined what his own magic would possibly be like. ¡°So¡­ Do you know what kind of Spirit Beast you want to contract with?¡±


    ¡°Definitely one that can fly!¡± Akemi¡¯s eyes glittered with childish glee. ¡°I love riding on Pang, but I think it would be so fun to soar through the skies.¡±


    Pang snorted, appearing a little annoyed to hear that he was dismissed so casually.


    Atell laughed. ¡°That does sound pretty amazing.¡±


    The two children continued to chat idly, unaware of the fierce argument occurring inside¡­


    ***


    ¡°No! Absolutely not! I will not allow you to swear in Atell as one of your vassals.¡±


    ¡°Sivelle, you said it yourself ¡ª the Coven has already shown an interest in the boy. They likely know something about his ancestry that we don¡¯t. He will also need ample resources and protection to help him develop, and with his status as a Primo, it will be a simple task for him to gain citizenship in the Dynasty.¡±


    ¡°What? You think I am not a sufficient deterrent to those who wish him harm?¡± Sivelle retorted, crossing her arms.


    ¡°A deterrent, yes. But leaving him in this remote town without proper instruction will greatly hinder his growth. I know many powerful Warlocks who would be more than willing to assist him.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t understand the boy, Juma. He has no interest in gaining prestige and political rank for the time being. And thanks to the Aurelians, I doubt he would be willing to jump in bed with any Clan in this lifetime. Most of what drives him right now is his desired revenge.¡±


    ¡°Gah! That¡¯s not healthy! A child his age should be focused on learning, making friends, and mastering his magic¡­¡±


    ¡°...I agree with that.¡± Sivelle interrupted. ¡°But how exactly would joining one of the Paragon Clans achieve that? He is likely to make more enemies than friends by doing so.¡±


    Juma smiled awkwardly. ¡°That may be so, but at least we can get him on the right track. Help him form proper goals and experience more of the world...¡±


    ¡°Maybe in the future, Juma.¡± Sivelle released a pent-up sigh. ¡°For now, I still plan on helping him reconnect with his tribe. It¡¯s been too long since he has seen his family, and I know he worries constantly for their safety. If he decides to remain in the Dynasty afterward, I will let you know. However, you will have to recruit him through the formal channels just like everyone else. I won¡¯t let you snatch him up so easily.¡±


    ¡°Very well. But the Hinterlands are more dangerous now than they ever have been. The conflict with the Coven continues to escalate. I implore you to urge the boy to remain here.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll do what I can, Juma. But I am not one to make decisions for others.¡±


    ¡°I¡­ I understand¡­¡±


    ¡°Good. Now, will you be staying for dinner?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid not. I¡¯ve already made plans to join City Lord Priana in Kobi this evening for a meal.¡±


    ¡°Oh, what¡¯s the occasion?¡± Sivelle inquired. A Provincial Lord meeting with a city official outside of his own territory was quite unusual.


    Juma displayed a rare, cheeky grin. ¡°Marriage talks. My son still remains a bachelor and is too focused on his training to seek a suitable wife at the moment, so he claims. It has fallen on me to make arrangements and I¡¯ve heard that Lady Priana¡¯s daughter, Galene, is exceptionally talented.¡±


    ¡°A real looker too,¡± Sivelle remarked. ¡°I¡¯ve often heard the passing merchants speak highly of both her cunning and her beauty.¡±


    ¡°To even leave a favorable impression on an old crone like you, it seems I¡¯ve chosen well.¡± Juma laughed.


    ¡°Your son could do worse. Pass on my regards to Priana. There are rumors floating around that she¡¯s on the verge of becoming a titled Witch¡­ that wouldn¡¯t have anything to do with the arrangements, I presume.¡±


    ¡°It certainly doesn¡¯t hurt,¡± Juma admitted without a trace of guilt before his stern glare returned. ¡°Interests aside, please take care of yourself and the boy. The Coven aren¡¯t the only ones stirring and I fear the Dynasty won¡¯t be able to resist getting our hands caught in the conflict.¡±


    ¡°Ho?¡± Sivelle quirked an eyebrow.


    Juma grimaced. ¡°The current generation of Paragons sitting on the Elder Council doesn¡¯t share the same isolationist views as the previous. They are eager to expand our influence in the Frontier and remind the Humans encroaching upon our land why they once feared to do so.¡±


    ¡°Ha! I can¡¯t blame them. If the Humans have forgotten why I¡¯m known as the Huntress, I don¡¯t mind giving them a reminder.¡±


    Juma chuckled softly, getting up from his seat and walking over to the door. ¡°My father said almost the exact same thing¡­ Well, I don¡¯t want to be late, so we¡¯ll be off. Keep me updated, and hopefully when we next meet I¡¯ll have some happy news to share.¡±


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll look forward to it. Safe travels, Juma. I wish little Akemi luck in her own ceremony.¡±


    Sivelle watched from the porch as Juma called Pang to his side. The man scooped his daughter into his arms and jumped onto his companion¡¯s back. Atell waved goodbye as they disappeared into the horizon in a flash of lightning.

 Chapter 12

    Atell stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. His mind had finally managed to adjust to the intense assault on his senses and he was now able to revel in the new world imparted onto him by Mana.


    Hearing, sight, smell, touch ¡ª his sensitivity to changes in his surroundings had increased manifold. Not only that, but his internal awareness had reached shocking heights as well. If he concentrated, Atell could distinctly feel the throbbing of his heart and the subsequent passage of his blood... even the subtle expansion and contraction of his muscles as he moved¡­ there was almost too much to observe, too much to feel. He marveled at it all, eager to learn and explore.


    His whole life he had dreamt of this becoming Warlock, and now, he found himself overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions. If only his grandfather was here to share it with him, everything would be perfect...


    ¡°Atell? Are you ready?¡± Sivelle¡¯s muffled voice pierced through the door.


    ¡°One second!¡± Atell was still struggling to tame his wild mess of hair. Somehow it had grown a tremendous amount during the ceremony and now reached down past his shoulders. Getting it cut short again was at the top of his list of priorities.


    After getting dressed, he scrambled out of his room.


    ¡°Follow me. It¡¯s already getting late, so we won¡¯t be practicing for too long. I know you¡¯re anxious to learn, but for today ¡ª I just need to make sure you don¡¯t kill yourself during the first night as Elaina nearly did¡­¡± Sivelle finished with a grumble as she led him towards the end of the hall.


    They stopped in front of a blank stretch of wall. Atell looked curiously at the old Fae, wondering what she had in store.


    As if reading his mind, Sivelle took out a strange silver wand and inserted a Charge Crystal into the base of its handle. The device began to glow, and as it did... a faint, shimmering blue light appeared on the wall, slowly revealing a sturdy oaken door.


    When a flick of the wand, Sivelle dissipated the blue wall instantly, allowing them to step inside.


    ¡°What was that?¡± Atell inquired as Sivelle fumbled around with the key to unlock the actual door.


    ¡°Just a simple ward.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ll talk about wards and arrays later. Don¡¯t want to waste too much time tonight. If you have any questions just write them down or something and make sure to ask me later.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know how to write¡­¡±


    Sivelle paused. ¡°...Right. We¡¯ll work on that too.¡±


    Atell shrugged. Honestly, he just wanted to learn about magic. Writing had never been something he needed in the past, and he couldn¡¯t see that changing much in the future.


    Finally, the heavy old door creaked open.


    Atell gazed around the study as they stepped inside. Bookcases stuffed with all manner of journals, manuals, and scrolls lined the walls. A faint layer of dust could be seen collecting among the ancient parchments.


    Sivelle made her way over to the large desk at the opposite end of the room. Various notes and vials containing bright liquids were scattered haphazardly across its surface.


    ¡°I apologize for the mess. This is often where I come to document my research on new recipes and such. But¡­. I haven¡¯t done much experimenting recently, so it''s been a while since I¡¯ve cleaned the place up,¡± Sivelle explained.


    After grabbing a spare chair from the corner of the room, Atell placed it opposite the desk and sat down. Sivelle just pushed all the papers and potions to the side, clearing a space for herself before she leaned back in her leather armchair.


    ¡°First, I¡¯ll clear up any questions you have regarding the results of the ceremony. Ask away.¡±


    Atell nodded. ¡°Ok. What did Juma mean when he called me the ¡®Primogenitor,¡¯ or whatever it is?¡±


    ¡°Ahh, yes. Before I answer, let me ask you this: Have you ever heard of a Hybrid Bloodline?¡±


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t think so¡­¡± Atell replied. He didn¡¯t really see where this was going.


    ¡°Well, among Mundane Demons who possess a dual bloodline, there are actually two different types that exist. Most commonly ¡ª mixed-bloods. This term has a negative connotation as I¡¯m sure you¡¯re aware. The other is a Hybrid, and is a much more interesting case.¡± Sivelle explained, clasping her hands together.


    ¡°So, what¡¯s the difference? Is there a way to tell them apart?¡±


    ¡°The difference between the two is vast, but there¡¯s no surefire way to distinguish between them until the Initiate Ceremony is completed. As you know, a true Warlock or Witch can only possess one bloodline, which means that mixed-bloods will have one of theirs filtered out during the ritual ¡ª usually the lesser of the two. During this¡­ filtering process, some of the potency of the prevailing bloodline will be lost as well.¡±


    ¡°Right. I learned that much from the Aurelians...¡± Fleeting scenes of Raiden and the other boys in the clan enthusiastically informing him of the downsides of his mixed heritage invaded Atell''s thoughts.


    ¡°Let me finish.¡± Sivelle held up a hand. ¡°However, if the two bloodlines possessed by the Demon are supremely compatible, then there is a chance that they will merge during the ritual. Those whose bloodlines merge are known as Hybrids.¡±


    Atell''s mind was reeling as he pieced together the significance of Sivelle¡¯s statement. ¡°So¡­ I¡¯m a Hybrid.¡±


    ¡°Correct. You now possess a brand new bloodline, never before seen on this Plane.¡± Sivelle continued on, ignoring his unhinged jaw, ¡°As far as I¡¯m aware... Hybrids weren¡¯t always held in such high esteem. It wasn¡¯t until the latter half of the Fourth Era, when the Pure-Bloods were in decline due to the thinning of their bloodlines, that Hybrids took center stage. There was a frenzy among all the major Clans as they searched for suitable bloodlines to fuse with their own. This led to the Fifth Era in the Dynasty being dominated by the Primogenitors ¡ª those who emerged from the successful synthesis of Ancient Bloodlines.¡±


    ¡°...Then what¡¯s so great about being a Primogenitor now, isn¡¯t that just a fancy name for Hybrids?¡±


    ¡°Not exactly. Most of the Clans currently occupying the Dynasty are descendants of Hybrids, but there are still those, like the Aurelians, that possess a pure bloodline passed down from the very first generation of Demons. Only those who manage to merge a pure, Ancient Bloodline are referred to as Primogenitors, or Primos for short.¡±


    Atell¡¯s smile stretched from ear to ear. His heart pulsed faster, fueled by his joy, feeling light and jubilant now that it was free of the shackles that weighed it down. It felt like his future was blooming with infinite possibilities. Sure, the blood of the Auric Wolf was still a part of him, in a sense, but it would no longer be what defined him as a Warlock.


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t go getting too excited,¡± Sivelle warned, mistaking his grin as one of pride rather than relief. ¡°You¡¯re still just a little fledgling cultivator.¡±


    ¡°I know, I know,¡± Atell replied, still unable to wipe the smirk from his face.


    ¡°Alright, we got the big one out of the way. Anything else?¡±


    ¡°Nope. I¡¯m ready.¡±


    ¡°Getting right into it, very well. First, you¡¯ll need to locate your Mana Pool.¡± Sivelle got up from her seat and moved around the desk to squat next to him. ¡°Relax... Close your eyes and look inside yourself.¡±


    Atell loosened up his shoulders, sinking back into his chair.


    Sivelle¡¯s soothing voice entered his ears. ¡°I¡¯m going to send some of my Mana into your Origin Channels. Follow it along its path.¡±


    A cool trickle of energy entered Atell¡¯s as he felt Sivelle grip his hands. It traveled up through his forearms and shoulders, slowly worming deep into his chest towards the heart.


    ¡°Look closely for the moment my Mana meets an obstruction.¡± Sivelle¡¯s Mana circled once around his heart until it was blocked by a dark void that sent it back from whence it came. ¡°Did you feel it?¡±


    ¡°Yea¡­ there was some kind of... black orb behind my heart that blocked its flow.¡±


    ¡°Ok, now follow my Mana once more, and when it reaches that black orb ¡ª focus all of your attention on that location, sinking your consciousness towards it.¡±


    Atell nodded his head to acknowledge her words. Soon after, the second round of Mana flowed through his Channels, repeating the process. He could feel it more clearly now, the tough and flexible walls that composed the network of veins connected to his Mana Pool. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Upon following the Mana back towards his heart, he waited eagerly for it to meet the void. Soon enough, contact was made and Atell immediately reached out to the dark orb, desperately trying to worm his way inside.


    Much to his delight, he wasn¡¯t met with any resistance and a spectacular scene revealed itself in his mind¡¯s eye. There was a tranquil pool of golden water, dyed hues of orange and red as if it were reflecting the image of the sun, stretched thin inside a perfectly circular enclosure. It stirred slightly as if responding to his joyful thoughts.


    ¡°Can you see it?¡± Sivelle¡¯s voice echoed through the vast grey void surrounding the pool.


    ¡°Yes¡­¡± Atell whispered as if worried his voice would disturb the scene.


    ¡°Great. Now, can you see anything in the center of your Mana Pool?¡±


    ¡°...There¡¯s a bunch of bright, intersecting markings forming some kind of strange symbol.¡± The symbol was difficult to accurately distinguish beneath the glistening pool, but Atell could vaguely make out its shape.


    ¡°Mm. That is your Origin Rune, the source of all true magic for those Ancestral Races.¡± Sivelle affirmed. ¡°However, we¡¯ll ignore it for a while. You¡¯re likely to lose control and damage your body, or my home... if you try to activate it now.¡±


    ¡°Ok... Then, what¡¯s next?¡± Atell asked, a bit annoyed. Wasn¡¯t using his magic the whole point of this exercise? Of becoming a Warlock in the first place?


    ¡°We¡¯ll start with simply feeling the flow of Mana inside your body. Reach out towards the Mana in the pool with your thoughts. Once you have a grasp on some of it, slowly retract your mind from the space.¡±


    Atell concentrated with his utmost effort, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead as he expanded his consciousness towards the dark gold domain. The pool rippled at his touch but otherwise remained unresponsive. He stirred and sloshed the Mana around wildly, unable to find purchase.


    ¡°If you¡¯re struggling, try imagining a bucket. Dip it into the water and pull some out. Then, pour the Mana out in the grey area.¡± Sivelle patiently advised.


    Proceeding as instructed, Atell molded his thoughts into something that resembled a cup. It wasn¡¯t perfect, but it got the job done as it sunk into the pool. The Mana felt heavy and viscous as he lifted the full cup, directing it outwards to the grey expanse.


    As the liquid fell downwards into the void, Atell felt a warm current emerge in his chest. But he also felt somewhat lightened by the act. It wasn¡¯t a physical weight that he lost¡­ rather, something more akin to a hunger ¡ª a lingering feeling of emptiness. He was disturbed by the sensation but didn¡¯t have any chance to question Sivelle as a strange resonance suddenly occurred between his two circulatory systems. His blood hummed happily as if it had a mind of its own, pumping forth from his heart with greater intensity. The small trickle of Mana followed suit, flowing outward in pace with his blood until it exited his body through his extremities.


    Atell¡¯s eyes sprung open, his breathing heavy. His sudden lack of control left him feeling increasingly anxious.


    ¡°It''s okay,¡± Sivelle cooed. ¡°Warlocks always have the hardest time reigning in their Mana early on. It shouldn¡¯t be too bad for you as a Primo, but those who rely more heavily on the instincts passed down through their bloodline could take weeks, even years until they have a proper grasp on Mana control. We¡¯ll take it slow, okay? How do you feel?¡±


    ¡°...Tired,¡± Atell mumbled, a sudden bout of exhaustion sweeping over him.


    ¡°I¡¯m not surprised.¡± Sivelle chuckled. ¡°Let¡¯s wrap it up here for the night. Working with Mana is mentally exhausting.¡±


    Sivelle practically had to carry him out of the study and back to his room.


    Atell sighed as he buried his face in his pillows. Forget about mental exhaustion, his whole body was sore like he¡¯d just completed a round of intense exercise. Even so, he struggled back up into a meditative position atop his sheets.


    Now was not the time to start slacking off. In fact, he had every reason to push himself harder than ever before. How could he allow himself to falter when he¡¯d finally taken his first true step outside of the Mundane world?


    Reaching out to the Mana Pool hidden behind his heart, Atell began anew.


    ***


    ¡°Looks like you had some fun experimenting.¡± Mocking laughter resounded through the kitchen.


    Atell groaned as he hopped up onto a stool at the counter. He¡¯d lost track of time last night, but it must¡¯ve been hours he was up, working on extracting and guiding the Mana from his Pool. Although he made a few small discoveries, there wasn¡¯t much else to show for his effort aside from the dark circles under his eyes and a dull, throbbing headache.


    ¡°You and Elaina both,¡± Sivelle griped. ¡°Would it have killed you to wait until the morning when I could help you out?¡±


    ¡°No¡­ but you said that Demons tend to have trouble with control so I didn¡¯t want to waste any time.¡± Atell tried to defend his actions, but Sivelle wasn¡¯t buying it.


    ¡°You¡¯re only 10 years old! You have all the time in the world to waste. Anyway, you may have gained a few hours last night, but now you don¡¯t seem to be in any condition to continue. I certainly won¡¯t waste my time with you this morning if you won¡¯t be able to stay awake.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll be fine! I just¡­ need a minute to wake up.¡±


    Sivelle snorted, rolling her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re lucky I was prepared for this, kid. Drink up, this is the only time you get one of these, so do try and heed my warnings in the future.¡±


    A bright azure potion slid across the counter until it stopped right in front of Atell. He picked it up, examining it closely for a moment before chugging it down.


    ¡°Amazing¡­!¡± he muttered. His fatigue vanished in an instant as his Mana Pool swelled. The dark orb behind his heart pulsed discordantly as if it was agitated. Atell suddenly felt an intense desire to release the pent-up Mana inside his body. ¡°U-Um, is this dangerous?¡±


    ¡°A little bit. Well, we better get right into it before you blow your lid. Follow me outside.¡± Sivelle directed as she glided out the front door.


    Atell followed her out, exhaling as he hopped down from the porch, a satisfied smile stretched across his face as the morning sun washed over him. The warm beams scattering across the lawn seemed to assuage the cravings building up in his chest.


    ¡°Alright, before we get started, drink this as well.¡±


    ¡°What does this one do¡­?¡± Atell was a little more hesitant this time around. He carefully eyeballed the vial of murky brown liquid Sivelle had just passed him. It emanated a sharp, putrid scent that drilled into his nostrils.


    ¡°It should suppress your blood, preventing it from agitating your Mana."


    ¡°Oh, nice!¡± Pinching his nose, Atell downed the liquid in one go. It didn¡¯t taste any better than it smelled, but he was able to hold down the bile rising in his stomach.


    ¡°Great, now extract some Mana from your pool and try to keep it contained within your chest. Don¡¯t let it spread to your limbs just yet.¡±


    Atell closed his eyes, molding his thoughts into an ethereal hand as his Mana Pool filled his vision. This was part of his new strategy. The bucket trick had been useful for drawing out his Mana, but that was about it. Once he dumped it into the void, there was no way to wrangle it back under his control.


    With great effort, Atell managed to grab a few large strands of Mana. They wriggled like snakes on the verge of death when inside the pool, but once they dangled out over the void ¡ª they hung limply as if accepting their inevitable demise.


    He continued driving the hand towards the edge of the void, his mind exiting the Mana Heart, as he¡¯d chosen to call it, in unison with the warm strands of energy. Atell held his breath as he focused, keeping the current of Mana as still as possible. Luckily, it seemed the smelly brown elixir was just as effective as the other one. His blood still reacted to the emergence of the Mana, but it felt sluggish, unable to incite the strands into action.


    Seeing the excitement flashing through Atell¡¯s eyes, Sivelle knew he was ready to move on to the next step. Her heart still ached from the loss of such precious potions; although they¡¯d only been collecting dust in her storage, so she deemed it worthwhile in the end. ¡°Great. Now, guide the Mana through your Channels, slowly. Don¡¯t try to force it. Feel the path it seeks and then take the lead.¡±


    The strands of Mana in Atell¡¯s grip wriggled happily as he loosened his grip. They dashed forth from his chest into his arm causing Atell to panic. He tightened his hold, trying to pull them back.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t fight it!¡± Sivelle urged.


    Atell released the breath he¡¯d been holding as he yielded to the excitable energy. Upon release, he could feel its intention to travel in a rapid circuit through his body. With a great amount of care, he pulled the Mana along its desired path. He was pleased to discover that as long as he maintained even a light mental hold, the Mana wouldn¡¯t flee his body. Still, success yielded a mix of emotions.


    Having a foreign substance journey through every inch of his body was¡­ unnerving to say the least. It wasn¡¯t uncomfortable ¡ª he just had a natural mental reluctance to accede control.


    Atell brought up his concerns with Sivelle after the mental strain of controlling the Mana became too great.


    Sivelle laughed as she watched the faint glimmer of gold light dissipating around the boy¡¯s body. ¡°What is so strange about it? Blood flows through your veins on its own prerogative, why should Mana be any different? If you had to both restrain the Mana AND guide its every step through your body, how would you have any mind left to spare towards another task?¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that what practice is for?¡±


    ¡°Yes, but there is no need to micromanage. The Mana flowing through our Channels only serves the purpose of reinforcing our body. Increasing our strength, speed, perception, and so on. Every practitioner shares this ability.¡±


    ¡°So, I can¡¯t even control the Mana after it leaves my body? How do I use magic then? Like what you did when you took down those kidnappers.¡±


    Sivelle tapped her foot as she thought about how to respond. It had been a long time since she taught anyone the basics. ¡°This requires an explanation of how Mana is formed. The Mana inside our Pool is not much different than the Origin Energy all around us in the world. In fact, Mana is just another name for Origin Energy that has been altered to be compatible with our bodies.¡±


    A chilly blue mist suddenly started emanating from Sivelle¡¯s body, slowly fading into the air and leaving a crisp breeze in its wake. ¡°You¡¯ve felt it yourself¡­ when you don¡¯t restrain the Mana ¡ª it seeks to return to its natural state, leaving our body to find its place in the world once more.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m following.¡± Atell acknowledged.


    ¡°In order to use what we refer to as ¡®magic,¡¯ we must give the Mana substance, shape, and purpose.¡±


    ¡°Right... So, how do we do that?¡±


    Sivelle grinned. ¡°Our Origin Rune does it for us.¡±


    ¡°...That¡¯s it?¡±


    ¡°Yup, that¡¯s it.¡±


    ¡°Wait, wait, wait. Then, why do we even send Mana into our bodies? Not using it all for magic seems like a waste.¡± Atell was starting to question the purpose of the first exercise.


    ¡°For a variety of reasons. Protecting ourselves is the most important one. Stronger bodies are harder to destroy. To give another example, some people specialize in magic that requires close proximity to their target, enhancing their bodies in conjunction with their magic yields the greatest effect. However, there are others who specialize in long-range attacks, like myself, who won¡¯t reinforce our bodies very much, if at all.¡± Sivelle explained.


    ¡°Ok¡­¡±


    ¡°You still look skeptical.¡± Sivelle chuckled. ¡°And it''s true, depending on your magic, this exercise may not be something you continue with in the future. But right now, it just serves as an easy way to learn and practice Mana Control. So, let¡¯s get back into it. Once I think you¡¯ve demonstrated sufficient mastery, I¡¯ll teach you how to stimulate the Origin Rune.¡±


    Atell sighed. It was immensely frustrating. After all this time, he had finally become a Warlock and yet... he wasn¡¯t allowed to use any magic. But as he¡¯d learned the hard way last night, even minor experiments could be both mentally and physically exhausting. It was likely best to just listen to Sivelle for the time being. Begrudgingly, he reached out into his Mana Pool once more.

 Chapter 13

    Sivelle watched Atell with interest, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.


    The boy¡¯s movements were stiff and faltering as he moved carefully through the revised exercises she¡¯d prepared while simultaneously guiding the flow of Mana inside his body. Truly, his patience was impressive. It had been three days since their first round of practice and he hadn¡¯t yet gone off on his own to try and activate his Origin Rune, or even asked about it. Most of the hotblooded youngsters his age wouldn¡¯t be able to resist the temptation.


    Admittedly, she also greatly desired to learn about Atell¡¯s abilities. Among the Ancestral Races ¡ª the bloodline magic of the Demons had always been the most profound, and now she had the opportunity to observe the advent of a Primo, no less.


    However, physical reinforcement couldn¡¯t be ignored. Even more so in Atell¡¯s case considering how powerful the boy¡¯s body had already become through the few years tempering leading up to his ceremony.


    As a Mundane, the child already had the strength to hold off an adult Jade Mountain Lion. With the addition of Mana, he could probably toss the beast around like a sack of meat.


    Sivelle¡¯s gazed into the horizon with unfocused eyes as she continued to consider future possibilities. She hated to admit it, but Elaina was right when she said the boy was a perfect Vanguard.


    ¡°Um, Sivelle?¡±


    Atell¡¯s trepid question refocused her attention. ¡°...Yes?¡± She replied.


    ¡°I felt something strange when I was going through the routine¡­¡±


    ***


    Sivelle had an almost maniacal grin plastered on her face as Atell brought up the weird sensation he¡¯d experienced while practicing earlier.


    It wasn¡¯t the first time he¡¯d seen her make such a demented expression, but it usually only occured when she was experimenting with a new recipe in the greenhouse.


    He smiled awkwardly as she urged him to explain in more detail.


    ¡°...I was starting to get a better feel for moving around while diverting some of my attention to guiding the Mana. Then, all of a sudden¡­ another energy started to invade my body from the outside.¡±


    ¡°Was it painful? Uncomfortable in any way?¡± Sivelle interrupted hastily. She was still smiling, so it didn¡¯t seem like she was truly worried.


    ¡°No, not all. It worked peacefully with my Mana, saturating my body and washing away my fatigue. And I think¡­ I¡¯ve felt it before.¡±


    ¡°I do believe you have. That foreign energy you felt should be raw Origin Energy.¡±


    ¡°What!? Didn¡¯t you just say the other day that our bodies are incompatible with Origin Energy and that''s why we have to convert it into Mana?¡±


    ¡°I did, but don¡¯t worry ¡ª you¡¯re not in any danger. From what I¡¯ve seen, you¡¯ve been using Origin Energy to temper your body ever since you arrived here, likely before that too.¡± Sivelle chuckled.


    ¡°Really? Why didn¡¯t you say anything!?¡± Atell was incensed.


    ¡°I was worried that if I told you, you would become too conscious of the effect, hindering it from working naturally.¡±


    Sivelle¡¯s words didn¡¯t do much to assuage Atell¡¯s frustration. ¡°Well, it¡¯s a good thing, right? But why am I only noticing it now?¡±


    ¡°A very good thing,¡± Sivelle affirmed. ¡°I think you are noticing it now because your awareness and attunement with Origin Energy is much greater than it has been previously. The reason it has only just occurred, and not the previous days, is because it seems that you need to enter a more assured, or selfless state of mind in order to subconsciously draw in the Origin Energy.¡±


    Atell paced back and forth, considering the Fae¡¯s explanation. Suddenly, an old memory appeared in his mind.


    He was standing in the open field outside the mine¡¯s entrance, arms spread wide as he soaked up the sun. A warm current of energy entered his body, but its presence was elusive, fleeing as soon as he attempted to grasp it. Since then, he¡¯d placed that memory in the back of his mind, waiting passively for the sensation to appear again... So much time had passed since then that he¡¯d nearly forgotten altogether.


    Today, it would seem that he had finally noticed its return. Earlier, as soon as his consciousness had lapsed into a state of total concentration, he had felt the surge of Origin Energy in the surroundings. Atell observed carefully as it was absorbed by his muscles, skin, and bones, expelling the waste and filth accumulated inside his body. After a while, he tentatively reached out to it. The energy didn¡¯t pay any mind to his probing on this occasion, but neither did it respond as his Mana did. Bewildered by the process, Atell had decided to approach Sivelle.


    Now, he was left with more questions than answers.


    ¡°Is there a limit to how much it can temper my body?¡±


    ¡°I¡­ believe so,¡± Sivelle replied, but she didn¡¯t look too assured. ¡°If my assumptions are correct, then you are slowly acclimating your body with raw Origin Energy, much like how the Fae harmonize with the elements.¡±


    Noticing his blank look, Sivelle sighed and continued her explanation. ¡°Unlike the Demons, the Fae do not awaken any bloodlines before our Initiate Ceremony. Instead, we travel to locations with high concentrations of particular elements in order to harmonize with them.¡±


    ¡°How does the harmonization process work?¡± Atell¡¯s interest was piqued. He knew so little of the magic of the other races.


    ¡°All Fae are born with an affinity for certain elements. For example, mine are water and wind.¡± Sivelle paused to consider her next words. ¡°Let me backtrack a bit. When I refer to ¡®raw¡¯ Origin Energy, it is more accurate to say that it is simply unrefined. Origin Energy in the atmosphere will have different elemental attunements based on the environment. In hot places, it¡¯s attunement will lean heavily towards the fire element; by the sea ¡ª the water element, and so on. You get the idea.¡±


    Atell nodded. That was news to him, but it made perfect sense. Sivelle continued, ¡°For Fae, in order to form our Origin Rune, our natural elemental affinities much reach a certain level. Otherwise, much like Demons who don¡¯t awaken their bloodlines, Fae who haven¡¯t harmonized will not receive an Origin Rune during their Initiate Ceremony.¡±


    ¡°Woah¡­ so where did you go to harmonize?¡±


    Sivelle¡¯s gaze turned north, her eyes clouding over. ¡°I traveled with my father past the Hinterlands, all the way to the Frozen Expanse. There, I climbed the highest mountain peak in sight, becoming one with the wind and snow.¡±


    Atell followed her gaze, soaking up the brief silence. He thought the ritual of the Fae sounded much cooler than the Demon¡¯s bloodline trials. Much less dangerous as well¡­


    ¡°Then, does that mean I¡¯ve been harmonizing with the elements all this time as well?¡± He eventually asked.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    ¡°No.¡± Sivelle laughed. ¡°Fae have special Elemental Roots in our body that allow us to do so. This phenomenon of yours is strange, something I¡¯ve never heard of before. I only know that it is tempering your body because I can see the impurities being expelled. Otherwise¡­ I¡¯m not certain what the benefits will be.¡±


    Atell¡¯s stomach churned with unease despite Sivelle¡¯s assurances. He didn¡¯t share her optimism. There was too little he knew. And as a Primo, he would have to pave his own path forward...


    ***


    ¡°Today, we will take the long-awaited next step. It is time to activate your Origin Rune.¡± Sivelle declared without much enthusiasm.


    Atell¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Two long weeks he had waited for this day. The monotony of exercising his Mana control seemingly every waking hour had been wearing him down. He had even almost suggested returning to work in the greenhouse during the afternoons in order to break up the schedule somewhat.


    The tedium was also exacerbated by the fact that he was still anxiously awaiting the arrival of his uncle. It had been nearly a week and a half since Sivelle¡¯s Tracer had returned with Tenshi¡¯s reply. Even if the tribe had moved a distance away from Stormpeak, it shouldn¡¯t take this long for the man to arrive¡­


    ¡®Agh¡ª!¡¯ Atell berated himself mentally, something he¡¯d been doing a lot recently. He was still letting his worries weigh him down too much, his anxiousness sending him spiraling into a dark and cyclical state of mind. It was best to focus all his efforts on improving himself for the time being.


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯m ready.¡± Atell adjusted his stance and set his mouth in a line. It seemed like even Helios himself was excited for this event as scorching waves of sunlight warmed Atell¡¯s skin.


    This morning¡¯s conditions were ideal. He was well-rested, full of energy and there wasn¡¯t a cloud to be seen in the sky. Atell closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath as Sivelle launched into her explanation.


    ¡°Ok. Nothing too complicated here. Just gather your Mana and slowly feed it into your Origin Rune. But be warned¡­ the runes are greedy. If you aren¡¯t careful, you¡¯ll quickly overdraw your Mana and you know the consequences of that.¡±


    Atell cringed. A few days prior he had completely exhausted his Mana Pool during a lapse in concentration and started fueling his body with Lifeforce despite Sivelle¡¯s many warnings. After all, even a minor incident such as that could shave weeks or even seasons off a practitioner¡¯s lifespan.


    Resolving himself to act with more vigilance, Atell¡¯s mind flashed into his Mana Heart. Weeks of practice had led up to this, and he was more than ready. He stirred the pool of golden essence with ease, confidence surging as he funneled it towards the strange symbol floating just below the surface.


    As soon as his Mana made contact, a burst of intense heat exploded out his core. It rolled out like a wave, filling him with boundless pride and vigor... until he was abruptly overwhelmed by the flood of new sensations, resulting in a bout of nausea much like when he had spilled his guts after his Initiate Ceremony.


    ¡°Hoo¡ª¡± Atell¡¯s breath hitched and his eyes opened wide as almost half of his Mana was devoured in those few brief moments. He quickly cut off the connection to the rune, a chill creeping down his spine.


    Sivelle stood across from him, frowning as she grumbled something about pyromaniacs her property. ¡°Well, that didn¡¯t go too poorly,¡± she announced after airing her grievances.


    Atell scratched at his mess of hair, smiling awkwardly as he looked at the circle of scorched earth surrounding him.


    ¡°Now that you¡¯ve learned your lesson, do it properly this time. Slowly, and I mean slowly, guide a trickle of Mana into your Origin Rune. Then, as the Mana flows outward, do your best to adjust its output and intensity. When it comes to finer means of manipulation¡­ all I can say is to trust your instincts.¡±


    Atell grunted his affirmation and returned to his Mana Heart. Just then, he had underestimated the amount of Mana the Rune could absorb at once. Even if it was his entire Mana Pool, he guessed the Rune could devour it in an instant.


    Therefore, Atell proceeded to stretch out his remaining Mana into a slender line, coiling it around the Rune within the confines of the Pool. Mana was surprisingly malleable, but it was difficult to get it to retain its shape, almost like it was runny clay. His concentration spread thin, Atell slowly pushed the trickle of Mana towards the Rune.


    Heat rippled forth from his body once more, but it didn¡¯t explode with the same ferocity as it did previously. If last time it was like the surging tide, now it was a gentle current. Atell furrowed his brow, constantly making minor adjustments to the flow entering his Origin Rune.


    More Mana at once yielded a higher temperature, whereas increasing the speed at which the Rune was fed ¡ª increased the frequency of the rippling waves. Unfortunately, the round of testing only lasted a few minutes before only a vestige of Mana remained.


    Atell opened his eyes, unable to resist the cheesy grin spreading across his face.


    Sivelle looked back at him, rubbing her chin as she appraised his efforts. ¡°That was pretty good. For the time being, you¡¯ll have to keep working on that, tuning the flow of Mana until you find the right balance.¡±


    ¡°Sivelle¡­ do you have any more of those blue potions? I¡¯m pretty much out of Mana, so I can¡¯t really keep practicing right now.¡±


    ¡°Nope. That was a one time deal unless you have the money to pay for them yourself.¡±


    ¡°Well, uh¡­ how expensive are they?¡±


    ¡°Around 50-70 Drel.¡± Sivelle replied rubbing hands together.


    Atell frowned. He only had a few Drel left after purchasing the Origin Crystal for his ceremony. On top of that, it had taken him almost an entire year to earn the 80 Drel that went into that purchase.


    But how was he supposed to improve now, if he could only practice minutes a few minutes a day? It usually took an entire night of rest to replenish his Mana Pool¡­


    ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t have that much. Is there anything I can do to help my Mana return faster?¡±


    Sivelle smirked. ¡°Lucky for you, I¡¯ve got something even better. Make yourself some lunch then meet me in the stu¡­.¡±


    Atell didn¡¯t give her the chance to finish as he immediately dashed inside, fetching a Charge Crystal to heat up the stove.


    ***


    ¡°Imm rmdy!¡± Atell shouted as he barged through the heavy door, his mouth still stuffed with bread.


    ¡°That was quick,¡± Sivelle chuckled. She stood leaning over her desk, various open scrolls scattered across its surface.


    ¡°What are these?¡± Atell asked as he approached, leaning over to take a look at the various diagrams and dense passages on the parchment. Although, he soon found himself disinterested. Too many words that he couldn¡¯t recognize. Tenshi had tried teaching him how to read once or twice, but the texts at their disposal were severely limited, leading to a paltry understanding at best. Reading was best left to scholars anyway.


    ¡°Meditation manuals,¡± Sivelle replied, still sorting through the documents.


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    ¡°Techniques that will not only allow you to replenish your Mana, but even allow you to expand your Mana Pool.¡±


    ¡°What!¡± Atell quickly took another look.


    ¡°Ho? Glad that finally got you interested. Meditation techniques are every practitioner¡¯s most important tool as I¡¯m sure you can now understand. Accumulating Mana is how every member of the Ancestral races grows in power and expands the capabilities of their Origin Rune.¡±


    Atell was practically hopping up and down, barely able to contain his excitement. ¡°Well? How do I do it?¡±


    ¡°First, I need to find a technique that is suited to the attributes of your Mana. I don¡¯t have a testing device on hand, but if I had to wager a guess... I¡¯d say you are primarily attuned to the light element, with a secondary affinity with fire.¡±


    ¡°How can you tell?¡±


    ¡°Experience, feeling your magic¡­ and your eyes.¡±


    ¡°...Eyes?¡±


    ¡°Indeed. The elements often manifest themselves in certain colors when converted into Mana. And it is well known that a practitioner¡¯s eyes reflect the color of their Mana Pool. Anyway, I think I¡¯ve got one here that should suit you.¡± Sivelle held up a thin booklet. ¡°Got this manual from an old Karth Warband living out in the Sanguine Desert in the Human territories. I think they worshipped some sun deity or another¡­¡±


    ¡°You took it from them?¡±


    ¡°Course not. This is a copy of the original. I received it as payment for a job I completed for them. I didn¡¯t value coin much back in the day, so I often traded my services for techniques and information instead.¡±


    Atell received the manual and took a moment to run his fingers across the worn leather surface of the booklet. Despite being covered in a layer of dust, it still felt warm to the touch. He flipped it open and thumbed through the pages covered in indecipherable symbols.


    ¡°This doesn¡¯t look like Common,¡± Atell muttered to himself.


    Sivelle snatched the manual back out of his hands. ¡°Astute observation,¡± she remarked sarcastically. ¡°This is written in Old Turic ¡ª the ancestral language of the Karth.¡± Sivelle sighed. ¡°I think we¡¯re going to have to start back up those evening lessons, kid. You may not believe it now, but knowledge is just as valuable as power for practitioners.¡±


    ¡°Nooo¡­¡± Atell groaned.


    ¡°Get over it. I¡¯ll translate the technique for you this time, but in the future, you¡¯ll be on your own, so you better wizen up.¡±


    ¡°...Fine.¡±


    ¡°Good. Now settle yourself into a comfortable position and we¡¯ll get started¡­¡±

 Chapter 14

    Waves of sunlight washed over the dark crimson skin of a young demon, melding seamlessly into the vortex of light and fire attributed Origin Energy churning around the crude stone platform on which he sat.


    The boy¡¯s breathing was erratic ¡ª a few shallow breaths followed by a long and sharp inhale. Whenever he breathed deeply, the surrounding energy would dive into his lungs, slowly integrating itself into his bloodstream and the currents of Mana flowing through his Channels. As the Mana and Origin Energy merged, the undesirable remnants were expelled, flowing out of the boy¡¯s pores in the form of a thick cloud of smoke.


    The townsfolk of Shimmering Heights often paused as they went about their daily chores to observe the smokestack drifting skyward from the ridge above. Many of them wondered what sort of strange experiments the mysterious Fae living there had been conducting this past week. To burn so much wood and charcoal for long hours every day... It was rare for the woman to reveal her presence in such a way.


    ¡°Atell, that¡¯s enough! How many times do I need to remind you that meditating for too long can seriously strain your body!¡± Sivelle shouted as she descended the porch steps.


    Atell¡¯s eyes crackled with fiery light as he turned around to face Sivelle. ¡°And I keep telling you that I feel fine. I can even feel myself getting close to that first Cycle!¡±


    Sivelle released a deep breath as she thought about how best to drill her point into the boy¡¯s thick skull. ¡°Rushing through the Layers is even more dangerous than prolonged meditation. Accumulating Mana is all well and good, but it needs to be condensed and purified or you will find yourself facing unsurpassable barriers in your future cultivation.¡±


    ¡°I understand that, but I¡¯ve tried the method you taught me to purify the Mana and it just doesn¡¯t work for me!¡± Atell replied, furrowing his brow. ¡°I¡¯ve also condensed it as much as I could, yet my Mana Heart still feels like its ready to burst. I don''t think I can prevent the Cycle unless I stop meditating altogether.¡±


    Various renditions of this argument had cropped up frequently ever since Atell had started meditating at the beginning of the week. Sivelle adhered to a very rigid methodology when it came to meditation: For every two parts accumulation, one part purification and compression needed to follow. In her opinion, no other approaches were suitable for a burgeoning practitioner.


    It seemed simple enough, but Atell¡¯s body refused to act in accordance with his desires. No matter how long he spent gathering Origin Energy ¡ª his Mana Heart never struggled to keep up, smoothly converting it all into Mana in order to expand his Pool. Even more bizarre was that all the newly assimilated Mana seemed to already exist in its purest form. No matter how many times he strained it through his channels, no imbalances or pollutants could be felt or found.


    ¡°What you speak of is nigh impossible. I¡¯ve spent decades searching for the meditation technique most closely aligned with the ratio of elements in my body and my current one is still far from perfect¡­ I¡¯m certain that the technique I have given you is more heavily skewed towards the fire element than the natural make-up of your Mana allows for. If you don¡¯t purify your Mana and expel the excess fire energy, then your magic will become imbalanced.¡± Sivelle flailed her arms around as she beseeched her young charge.


    ¡°I get that! But I think my body just purges it naturally during the process. You¡¯ve said it yourself ¡ª my body is very different from others. Maybe that has something to do with it?¡± Atell was more upset by Sivelle¡¯s refusal to believe him than anything else.


    ¡°That could very well be the case¡­ However, I¡¯ll need to see your magic in order to confirm.¡± Sivelle grumbled. ¡°Go on. I know you¡¯ve been hiding your progress from me the last couple of days so that you can show off, but that will have to end for the time being.¡±


    ¡°...Fine.¡± Atell sighed.


    A torrent of heat abruptly poured out of the boy¡¯s body as he stood. The fierce current of dark golden light soared and surged through the air within the boundaries of the stone patio Sivelle had built for him at the edge of the lawn. Although Atell wanted to demonstrate his full might, it was best not to incur any additional expenses by torching Sivelle¡¯s precious yard again¡­


    Sivelle casually stepped onto the rough square stones, appearing completely unfazed by the harsh, dizzying tide. Her gaze was sharp as she sent her own frigid Mana into the surroundings to inspect any instabilities in the boy¡¯s magic.


    ***


    Irth slowly plodded up the final steep switchback, drawing ever closer to his destination at the crest of the mountain ridge.


    The journey along the northwestern lip of the Severed Spine had been long and arduous, forcing the man to pass across rough terrain and the territories of many dangerous Mana Beasts. The path he took would have spelled certain death for the majority of experienced practitioners. It was a rare circumstance where Irth had to admit that his lack of strength may have benefited him during his travels. The most dangerous of creatures tended to dismiss his presence altogether, for he posed little threat as an Initiate. As a result, he was only challenged by a few of the lesser species that called the forests home.


    Still, it wasn¡¯t a trek he ever desired to make again. And if all went according to plan, he would hire a few mercenaries to help out with transporting supplies back to the tribe. Their new location was relatively safe, well outside of the Coven¡¯s new range of activity, but the Hinterlands as a whole had descended into utter chaos. It was only a matter of time until numerous other tribes were displaced, forced to settle new land just like they had. Territorial disputes would soon ravage the land further.


    Irth¡¯s musings were suddenly interrupted by a familiar feeling of danger. His stride lengthened as he hurried towards the clash of Mana. This was the place that his nephew and their mutual benefactor called home¡­


    His paltry Mana gushed through his Channels as he ascended the trail, arriving at the old Fae¡¯s magnificent estate. Unfortunately, there was no time to admire the scenery as he once had. A low growl escaped Irth¡¯s throat as he continued his charge towards the enemy.


    The medicine woman was already locked in battle with a youthful Warlock when he arrived. The boy¡¯s blood-soaked skin and blazing eyes fully displayed his savage nature as his loose black clothes billowed within the tumultuous clashes of energy. Irth instinctively felt the desire to shrink back, his blood cowering in the presence of a greater demon. It was likely that this Warlock was the young scion of a prominent Clan in the Ryuurin Dynasty. Harming him spelled certain doom, but there was no time to consider the consequences of taking action.


    Irth roared, alerting the two to his presence. ¡°Quickly! Take Atell and run. I¡¯ll hold him off!¡±


    A sudden burst of laughter caused Irth¡¯s footsteps to falter. The grey-haired Fae¡¯s eyes twinkled with merriment as her Mana surged, sending the young demon tumbling through the grass with a gust of wind. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    ¡°This little whelp still needs another century or two before he can even think of taking me on.¡± The woman¡¯s vicious smile sent a chill down Irth¡¯s spine.


    ¡°Er, right. Looks like you had everything under control,¡± he replied while avoiding her gaze.


    ¡°...Uncle!¡± The dangerous young demon shouted as he scrambled to his feet.


    Irth¡¯s heart and mind trembled in unison. ¡°A-Atell¡­?¡±


    ¡®No¡­ it couldn¡¯t be¡­¡¯ His eyes registered that there was a resemblance between the boy rushing towards him and the nephew in his memories, but¡­ the connection that should have existed between them was severed. There was no resonance between them like he felt with the other members of their tribe.


    Irth staggered backward.


    The boy¡¯s sun-speckled eyes dulled as his approach faltered. ¡°Uncle Irth¡­ It''s really me!¡±


    ¡°I-I know it¡¯s you¡­¡± Irth uttered. No one else in this town would be able to speak to him with such familiarity aside from Atell.


    Anger erupted in Irth¡¯s chest as he continued to gaze at the young Demon. ¡°What have you done to him!?¡± He turned back towards the Fae¡­ he needed answers.


    The woman shrugged, her nonchalance inciting him further. ¡°Ask the boy. I think it¡¯s best if I head inside to prepare some tea. I¡¯m sure you two have plenty to discuss.¡±


    Irth stepped forward, ready to chase after her, but his nephew held him back. ¡°Uncle, it¡¯s nothing bad, really. Give me a chance to explain.¡±


    ¡°Atell, I¡­¡± As Irth¡¯s fury diminished it was rapidly replaced by deep regret. He knew. He knew that the boy could feel there was no longer a link between them.  A painful ache throbbed in his chest. He should have never left the boy alone.


    It was only supposed to be a short term solution, but problems kept cropping up during their relocation, and his strength as one of the few practitioners in the tribe was desperately needed. Now, Irth couldn¡¯t help but feel that giving up this child in favor of the tribe¡¯s safety was not worthwhile. At first, he had insisted that he pay off their debt to the Fae healer in place of Atell, but he had relinquished far too easily¡­ trusted far too easily when she said that she would look after the boy and keep him safe.


    How alone and betrayed Atell must have felt to be willing to forsake his own blood. Not that Irth blamed him¡­


    ¡°Uncle, it''s not what you think! I¡ª We are still family. There was just an... unexpected occurrence during my Initiate Ceremony. Although I am no longer a true Troll-Blood, that vestige of my ancestry still remains firmly in my heart, and it always will!¡±


    Irth chuckled, struggling to keep his tears at bay. There were no words that could explain how he felt, so he simply wrapped his nephew up in a hug. It was the only proper way to respond to Atell¡¯s earnesty.


    How mature the boy had already become¡­ As Atell returned the embrace, Irth swore he felt a faint spark of joy in his blood.


    ***


    Atell drank greedily from the glass of water that had been placed in front of him on the table. The sun was already beginning to dip below the horizon as a cool evening breeze glided across the porch.


    He had gotten a bit too excited recounting everything that had transpired over the last two years to his uncle and his voice was now completely hoarse.


    Sivelle dragged over one of the large Adirondack chairs and sat between the two of them. ¡°So, is everyone all caught up?¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes.¡± Irth scratched his head, smiling oafishly. ¡°Master Sivelle, I must apologize for my impulsive actions earlier¡­¡±


    ¡°No need. I took no offense. And you can just call me Sivelle. Despite being my only apprentice, even the boy doesn¡¯t refer to me in such a formal manner.¡± Sivelle finished with a smirk.


    Atell coughed, ignoring her barb. He knew she was just teasing him. ¡°Anyway¡­ Uncle, when are planning on heading back? I¡¯ll need some time to prepare everything.¡±


    Irth immediately frowned in response to his question. ¡°After everything you have just told me, you would still entertain such ideas?¡±


    ¡°W-What do you mean? My debt is settled and I¡¯ve finally become a Warlock. I can help out the tribe now, keep everyone safe¡­¡±


    ¡°Atell, is this really what you think?¡± Irth interrupted. ¡°Master Sivelle has shown you kindness that requires repayment far beyond what the exchange of coin can settle. I am disappointed that you would abandon her so readily.¡±


    ¡°I know that! But¡­ I made a promise with Grandpa Tenshi! I said that I would protect everyone and I can finally do that now! Once everything settles down in the Hinterlands I can return here to work.¡± Atell glanced at Sivelle for affirmation, but she continued to watch their exchange with a passive gaze.


    ¡°The Hinterlands will never find true peace, Atell. We merely weather the passing storms. And if you think your current strength is enough then you are seriously mistaken. If even the Aurelians are subject to the whims of the greater powers can you say with confidence that you can succeed where they have failed?¡±


    ¡°I-I¡­¡±


    ¡°Atell¡­ I know you are anxious to return home. But think about all that you have achieved here in such a short time. The knowledge that you have found here cannot be sought out in our tribe¡¯s caves. Bloodline Awakenings, Origin Runes, Concocting¡­ All these things I had never even heard of until you spoke of them with me today. Everything that you learn here is far more valuable to the tribe than the protection you can currently offer.¡±


    Irth¡¯s eyes were begging Atell to understand. And it wasn¡¯t that he didn¡¯t¡­ He just couldn¡¯t fight his desire to accompany his grandfather. Tenshi had been the rock that anchored him to this Plane when all he desired was to accompany his Father in the heavens. Prior to his flight, Atell could feel that his grandfather was getting desperate ¡ª so eager to fulfill his dreams of finding a safe and happy home, to see the tribe prosper before he passed¡­


    He owed a lot to Sivelle, but he owed his grandfather even more. ¡°Uncle, I need to be there to help Grandpa! You know that he doesn¡¯t have much time left¡­ I¡¯ve already been away for far too long,¡± Atell pleaded.


    Sivelle sighed, finally breaking her silence. ¡°These are private matters, so I felt it was not my place to interject, but if it is your Grandfather¡¯s health that worries you ¡ª I can offer my expertise. What kind of master would I be if I didn¡¯t assist my apprentice.¡±


    ¡°R-Really?¡± Atell eyes blazed with the light of hope. Irth likewise perked up at her words.


    ¡°Of course. To live as long and healthily as I have, one needs to have a few tricks up their sleeve. Irth, I¡¯ll have to ask you for a detailed description of the man¡¯s condition later. But for now, there is one more thing I must say to Atell.¡± Sivelle¡¯s cold blue eyes hardened. ¡°Your uncle is right. If you really want to help your tribe, there is much more you can do for them by staying in the Dynasty. Even if it is not with me ¡ª the opportunities here are much more abundant.¡±


    Atell looked downwards, unable to meet her gaze as she continued, ¡°Your status as a Primo is extremely unique. Attaining a political rank of equal or greater standing than a City Lord is certainly not out of reach. With status, you would even be able to move your tribe into the Dynasty and establish yourselves as a Clan, attaining land for them to formally settle¡­ Know that you are always welcome at my home, but I would also be more than willing to help set you down the path that you desire. This decision is not an easy one, so take some time to think it over.¡±


    Irth got up from his chair and prostrated himself before Sivelle. ¡°Master Sivelle. You are too kind to us lowly Trolls. I don¡¯t know what we can offer you, but if you ever require our tribe¡¯s assistance we would come running at your call.¡±


    ¡°Enough, please stand. I-I¡¯m only doing what I should as a mentor.¡±


    Atell smiled when he saw how uncomfortable his uncle¡¯s declaration made the old Fae. But that only provided him a momentary distraction from his larger worries. ¡°Can you give me a day¡­? You won¡¯t be leaving before then, right Uncle?¡±


    ¡°Correct. I still have to collect the necessary supplies for my return,¡± Irth replied as he stood back up.¡±


    ¡°Very well. Take as much time as you need.¡± Sivelle flashed a brief smile.


    Atell nodded his thanks, all manner of thoughts tumbling through his mind. It was going to be a long night...

 Chapter 15

    Atell spent hours tossing and turning in his bed just as predicted. It felt oddly reminiscent of his very first night in this home.


    In the blink of an eye, two years had passed¡­ and from his youthful perspective ¡ª two years felt like the majority of his life. His recollection of his time in the caves and the Trion Mountains seemed to meld together in a hazy blur. Certain things felt so foreign to him now. The musky smell of the caves, and the stifling air and din of the mines¡­ For some reason, he wanted to hear, smell, and feel all those things one more time.


    It wasn¡¯t so much an homage to the past as it was a simple desire not to forget. If those memories faded, Atell felt like he would be losing an essential part of himself. Was that selfish? How many of his fellow tribesmen desperately wished they could forget? And now it was something he looked back upon longingly¡­ Had he truly become so coddled here?


    ¡®No¡ª!¡¯ Atell declared resolutely in his mind. The reason why he didn¡¯t wish to forget those things didn¡¯t stem from some selfish desire. He couldn¡¯t allow himself to forget because those memories were what drove him forward. They were the reason he worked so hard. The reason he strove for power was so that others in his tribe would never have to feel confined and helpless.


    At least¡­ that''s what Atell told himself. It was difficult to completely escape the shackles of self-doubt no matter how resolutely he fought against them. But that too was not necessarily a bad thing. A little doubt kept him anchored, allowing him to reflect on his thoughts and actions.


    ¡°A lack of doubt indicates an ignorant mind.¡± Atell smiled as his father¡¯s bold proclamation echoed through his mind. He hadn¡¯t really understood the man¡¯s meaning back then, but he felt he could see the truth of those words now.


    It was one of his few early experiences he recalled with true fondness. During a particularly warm and cloudless evening, Atell had broken down, crying incessantly in his father¡¯s arms as they sat stargazing on the rear of Mount Stormpeak. After a long day of accompanying his grandfather in town, he had grown distraught, pushed into a dubious state of mind by the incessant whispers of the Aurelian Clansmen. They spoke ill of his mother ¡ª calling her a whore and a traitor, and they cursed the tainted blood flowing through his veins. Despite his grandfather¡¯s encouragement, Atell felt worthless, undesired¡­


    Was that why all the other kids avoided him? Why all the adults skirted his questions and generally just left him to his own devices? Atell knew he was different from the other Troll-Bloods, but he thought that was what made him special. It was a large source of his pride. What was he supposed to think then when others spoke otherwise?


    His father had immediately flown into a fit of rage when Atell voiced his fears. Waving his arms about as he called the Aurelians mindless zealots. After managing to calm down, he explained to Atell that all of the people who called him such things were only repeating the words of others. And those who so easily believed the words of others were ignorant, simple-minded fools. He went on to preach the benefits of doubt and reflection, on considering what you hear and making your own informed conclusions¡­


    Almost all of it had gone right over his head. Atell was only 5 at the time, after all. He knew his father was only trying to cheer him up, and he¡¯d just got a bit carried away. But that was also one of the things he admired most about the man ¡ª his passionate pursuit of all things.


    Atell always tried to carry that same unshakeable momentum. So why was he content to regress now? If he went back to the tribe, everything Sivelle had set aside in order to help him¡­ his grandfather''s hopes¡­ He would be squandering them all if he chose that path.


    After concluding the long and meandering debate in his mind, Atell finally found solace in sleep.


    ***


    ¡°Ah, Atell! My favorite little demon¡­¡± Miss Lotti¡¯s enthusiastic voice filled the small store. ¡°Well, not so little anymore,¡± she snickered. ¡°What can I help you with today?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m here to help my uncle prepare some supplies. I hope you can help us out?¡±


    ¡°Of course, Of course. For such a handsome man like your uncle, I may even be able to offer you a small discount,¡± The hefty woman replied with a wink.


    Irth lowered his head respectfully. ¡°I must thank you for your great kindness, Lady Lotti.¡±


    ¡°Oh my! So polite too¡­¡± Lotti giggled.


    Atell rolled his eyes. ¡°...Uncle, don¡¯t pay her flattery any mind, just show her the list of things you require. Her only true intent is to rip you off, so be wary.¡±


    ¡°Atell!¡± Irth exclaimed. He was shocked by his nephew¡¯s blatant disregard of the woman¡¯s character right to her face.


    ¡°Is your opinion of me really so low¡­?¡± Lotti pouted, the folds of her chin multiplying as she shrunk back.


    ¡°If you weren¡¯t the only merchant in Shimmering Heights with enough stock, there¡¯s not a chance I would let my uncle come here.¡±


    Lotti just laughed it off and turned her attention to Irth. ¡°So? What can I help you with today?¡±


    ¡°U-Um, I¡¯m looking for¡­¡± Irth was still trying to settle himself following the vicious exchange as he rattled off his list. With Atell¡¯s remaining funds, in addition to the tribe¡¯s savings, there was more than enough coin for everything he needed. He felt bad taking the boy¡¯s hard-earned money, but his nephew had insisted that he had little use for money with Sivelle backing him.


    Following a flurry of negotiations, Irth left the boisterous merchant¡¯s shop with two full sacks of tools, cloth, and various other supplies, slung over his shoulder. Atell followed behind him with another as they made their way back up the ridge at the edge of town.


    ¡°Atell, thank you again for lending your aid. I fear without the funds you gave me, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to return with everything the tribe needs.¡±


    ¡°Like I said, Uncle¡­ I have plenty of ways to earn money with potions and medicines. In fact, if you don¡¯t mind waiting another day, I would like to make a batch for you to bring back as well.¡±


    ¡°I would be... m-most grateful,¡± Irth replied through strained grunts as they trudged up the steep incline.


    ¡°Uncle, let me take another bag. I have the strength to spare.¡± Atell hurried to his Uncle¡¯s side.


    ¡°I¡¯m¡­ fine¡­¡± Irth wheezed, deciding to circulate some of his Mana to ease the burden. Fortunately, his nephew acquiesced to his wishes, falling back with light steps, but a concerned expression was still etched on the boy¡¯s face. Irth shook his head and smiled. Atell¡¯s transformation had shattered his notions of strength. It was likely that the boy could carry the entirety of their purchases without breaking a sweat. ¡®Tenshi will be unable to contain his delight when he hears of this.¡¯


    Irth fondly imagined the bony old man jumping up and down, running through the caves the like a wild boar. A low chuckle escaped his lips as they finally reached the end of the trail.


    Sivelle was already out in the yard when they returned, watering the new grass seeds she had planted in the lawn following Atell¡¯s destructive outburst earlier in the week.


    ¡°Lotti didn¡¯t lighten your pockets too badly, I hope,¡± she called out upon seeing them.


    ¡°Everything went well¡ª¡± Irth was suddenly cut off by Atell¡¯s shouting.


    ¡°...That woman is a Fiend in disguise! We should have gone to Kobi instead!¡±


    Sivelle laughed. Lotti was truly a master at getting under Atell¡¯s skin. The woman seemed to take great pleasure in teasing the boy every time he made a visit. Still, she never took advantage of his inexperience, always offering Atell fair prices.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°You would have had to rent a carriage for travel. The extra cost and time aren¡¯t worth the paltry amount you could save in Kobi.¡±


    ¡°Whatever. But next time I sell potions, I¡¯m going into the city!¡± Atell declared.


    ¡°That¡¯s fine by me. Our supply of Charge Crystals needs to be replenished anyway. Speaking of which¡­¡± Sivelle continued with a dry smile, ¡°If you don¡¯t start shortening the length of your showers, you¡¯ll have to start paying for that expense on your own.¡±


    Atell flinched as he dumped the sack he was carrying onto the porch. ¡°Fine¡­¡±


    Irth smiled wryly. He couldn¡¯t blame the boy for this particular indiscretion. Last night, he had gotten his first taste of a shower and the other amenities in the home. It was a life-changing event for the middle-aged man. Why his nephew ever desired to return to the Hinterlands when he had access to such luxuries here... was baffling, to say the least.


    He was glad Atell had decided to stay in the Dynasty and continue his studies. When the boy had made his announcement during breakfast in the morning, relief was evident on the face of the old Fae as well. He could tell she really cared about Atell¡¯s well-being and progress, much like himself. Irth had promised his brother long ago to look after the boy, and he hadn¡¯t done a great job meeting those expectations thus far. He was prepared to outright refuse if Atell had insisted on coming back with him. The Hinterlands were far too dangerous, and a terrible environment for a promising young Warlock to learn in¡­


    ***


    Atell hurriedly cleaned up the mess he¡¯d made in the greenhouse before packing an assortment of vials into a long, wooden case that could be worn slung over the shoulder.


    Products in hand, he rushed back into the house, eager for a sumptuous dinner. Somehow, he always found himself starving after the short stints of alchemy. Maybe it was because he had to focus so intently on the task at hand that he failed to notice his body¡¯s ever-growing desire for food.


    It was difficult to imagine how drained Sivelle must feel after finishing one of her Concoctions. The process usually required the careful infusion of Mana for upwards of several hours... Which was also the reason he still had yet to take his first step out of the realm of alchemy and into true Concocting. Sivelle had so tenderly informed him that he was nowhere close to having the requisite amount of Mana or control.


    But those were thoughts and complaints to consider at another time. Right now, his priority was to make sure that Irth had everything he needed for the return trip to their tribe¡¯s new home.


    Upon entering the kitchen, Atell saw the man in question was seated at the counter engaged in discussion with Sivelle over some tea.


    ¡°Ah, Atell, perfect timing! Why don¡¯t you place the case over by the front door then join us at the dining table. Your Uncle and I have a few matters we would like you to consider¡­¡±


    Sivelle¡¯s statement seemed casual on the surface, but it held an entirely different meaning for Atell. The dining room was like a forbidden room in the house, tucked behind the kitchen, normally out of sight and mind... They always took their meals in the kitchen ¡ª even when Elaina stopped by during New Year¡¯s or when other guests came to visit.


    Atell¡¯s mouth drew a thin line as the three of them settled at the table. ¡°So, uh¡­ what would you like to talk about?¡± he asked mildly, folding his hands neatly in his lap.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t an interrogation, Atell,¡± Sivelle chuckled. ¡°We only wish to discuss your plans for the future in more detail¡­¡±


    ¡°Right!¡± Irth interjected. ¡°I would like to have more information for the Patriarch than just the news of your progress and wellbeing.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± Atell¡¯s face twisted into an expression of genuine confusion. ¡°I thought we already established this morning that I¡¯ll be staying in the Dynasty?¡±


    ¡°That is only a temporary settlement.¡± Sivelle clarified. ¡°Now, we wish to illuminate your future path¡­ or at least get a better idea of it while your uncle is still here.¡±


    ¡°I see... ¡° Atell mumbled. ¡°I thought I would just stay here and continue on as we have.¡±


    Sivelle deflated in her seat. Her eyes turned to the ceiling as the room lapsed into silence. Irth shifted uncomfortably, wringing his hands. He clearly wished to interject, but maybe felt it was not his place to do so.


    ¡°...Atell. Although I cherish our time together, I do not wish for you to remain cooped up here in the mountains. Do you not aspire to explore? To experience the world and leave your mark upon it? Do you not desire companions who will accompany you on your adventures?¡± Sivelle¡¯s voice carried a hint of melancholy as she laid her intentions bare. ¡°There is so much out there for you to discover and to learn.¡±


    Atell squirmed under Sivelle¡¯s unflinching gaze. Did he want all of those things? Of course! What child didn¡¯t wish to emulate the heroes their elders spoke of with reverence. But those thoughts had only ever been fantasies inside his head. How could he ever declare such things so boldly?


    ¡°I-I¡­ I just want to fulfill my promise to my Grandfather¡­¡±


    Irth sighed. ¡°Atell, the Patriarch wishes for your happiness more than anything else. You are his beloved grandson¡­ he would never want to hear that he held you back when you had the opportunity to soar to heights untold.¡±


    ¡°But I can¡¯t just leave everything behind!¡± Atell nearly shouted, his eyes glistening with tears. ¡°And where would I even start!?¡±


    ¡°Atell¡­¡± Sivelle reached across the table to place her hands over his own. ¡°That¡¯s why we want to talk. To help push you in the right direction. And don¡¯t think that by leaving you are never welcome to return. In fact¡­¡± The fae¡¯s expression grew stern. ¡°If you were to travel and not return to visit me at least once a year like Elaina¡­ Well, then we might have a serious problem.¡±


    Atell laughed between his choked sobs, more out of relief than anything else. He could see his uncle¡¯s eyes growing red as well.


    ¡°Master Sivelle is right. I don¡¯t want you to think I am pushing you away from the tribe, but it is truly unwise to return at this time,¡± Irth explained.


    ¡°T-Then, what should I do¡­?¡±


    Sivelle sat back in her chair, smiling softly. ¡°I can present you with a few options, none of which would require you to leave Shimmering Heights for some time, so don¡¯t get too anxious. First, Lord Rei ¡ª or Juma as you know him, has already expressed a desire to bring you on as a Vassal of his family. I have previously worked for the Rei Clan as a retainer, so I can vouch for their integrity...¡± Upon noticing the frowns on the faces of both the demons present, she paused.


    ¡°...However, I can understand your apprehensions about serving under a large Clan. Although, I think it is fair to say that becoming a Vassal for one of the Paragon Clans is the quickest and easiest way to earn rank and prestige in the Dynasty. The nine Paragons each claim dominion over one of the Dynasty¡¯s provinces, and the vast majority of the various City Lord¡¯s and their officials serve as the Vassals of these provincial rulers.¡±


    Despite Sivelle¡¯s assurances, the apprehension Atell felt didn¡¯t diminish in the slightest. ¡°I will never be subservient to another Clan in my life,¡± he declared.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be so quick to speak in absolutes,¡± Sivelle warned. ¡°But¡­ onto the next option. Elaina has repeatedly expressed her desire to have you join her at The Nest as a student. As an Instructor, she can guarantee your entry.¡±


    ¡°What exactly is The Nest?¡± Atell interrupted. ¡°I¡¯ve always heard her mention it when she visits.¡±


    ¡°Think of it as an institution that grooms promising young practitioners. While there are various such places in the Dynasty, The Nest is considered by many to be the best ¡ª and even receives funding from the Imperial Family. Not only is it a place devoted to mastering magic, but you would be able to mingle with many others around your age who hail from a variety of backgrounds. I think spending a few years at The Nest is the most suitable path for your development. Opportunity is present there in abundance.¡±


    At Sivelle¡¯s side, Irth nodded his agreement.


    ¡°I-Is there anything else?¡± Atell didn¡¯t particularly like the idea. He¡¯d never gotten along well with others his age. Always subject to apprehensive, or even outright hostile stares¡­


    ¡°I could always try and help you find a suitable Warlock to serve as a mentor. As an Elementalist specialized in Concoction, I can¡¯t meet your needs long-term.¡± Sivelle shrugged. ¡°Take some time to think it over¡­ You won¡¯t be able to join The Nest until the spring of your 12th year anyway.¡±


    Atell nodded, eager to finally extract himself from this conversation.


    ¡°Alright, then.¡± Sivelle stood up, appearing satisfied with the conclusion. ¡°I¡¯ll need some help preparing dinner if you two don¡¯t mind.¡±


    ¡°Of course!¡± Irth leaped out of his seat.


    ¡°Great. Atell, you¡¯re in charge of the salad. Employ a light hand with the dressing this time please¡­¡±


    ¡°...I got it,¡± Atell grumbled as he followed Sivelle back into the kitchen. Why be so stingy with the dressing? The salads always tasted so bland otherwise¡­


    ***


    Atell was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stood on the porch next to Sivelle to see his uncle off. He was saddened that their reunion was so short, overshadowed by the doubt and burdens of both parties¡­ But he held more hope for the meetings hereafter.


    In his own hands was a copy of the map the man had charted, and in Irth¡¯s was a storage pouch ¡ª one of the many precious items Sivelle had included in her endowment to Atell¡¯s family. Not only was Irth¡¯s luggage significantly lightened, but he also received a warding glyph that would protect him on his travels. There would be no need to hire mercs and he could freely travel back and forth from their new caves to Shimmering Heights. The tribe would be able to establish some trade and his uncle would have an excuse to return and visit often in the future.


    Atell¡¯s gratitude toward Sivelle was immense, making him feel all the more guilty about the possibility of leaving her side. Still, if the woman herself desired him to leave and forge his own path¡­ who was he to refuse? After thinking over his options more carefully, the idea of spending time with other practitioners his age seemed more and more appealing. Maybe they would be able to connect over their shared abilities?


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯m off!¡± Irth shouted as he waved farewell, distancing Atell from his muddled morning thoughts. ¡°I¡¯ll be back at the end of the summer harvest to collect some more food and supplies!¡±


    ¡°Goodbye! See you then, Uncle!¡± Atell called back. He and Sivelle remained at the edge of the porch, waving farewell until Irth disappeared down the ridge and out of sight.

 Chapter 16

    ¡°Young Miss! We¡¯ll be coming upon the city shortly.¡±


    Akemi acknowledged the driver¡¯s words with a faint nod before returning her gaze to the carriage window. There wasn¡¯t anything, in particular, she was looking at¡­ the droves of travelers and the high city walls were all sights she¡¯d seen many times before. The excited din of the crowd had long since lost its allure ¡ª now nothing more than an irritating buzz.


    She sighed, resting her chin on a hand lazily. Akemi¡¯s thoughts turned to her absent partner. Anshe¡¯s soft plumage and rumbling coos¡­ Oh, how she missed them.


    ¡®That little scoundrel is probably getting into all sorts of trouble in the Spirit Plane without me,¡¯ Akemi pouted as a small frown appeared on her face. She could tell Anshe was safe and happy by feeling their connection through the bond, but she still struggled to quell her anxiety whenever the adolescent Pixie Wyvern was out of sight.


    It was a problem she needed to continue working on. There would be many times, such as now when Anshe would need to return to her home and feed. They just didn¡¯t have the necessary resources to properly raise Spirit Beasts in this Plane.


    ¡°Young Miss? Is something troubling you?¡±


    Akemi rolled her eyes. Her friend had already fallen back into his rigid mannerisms. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, Ern. I just¡­ don¡¯t like Kobi all that much,¡± she finished unconvincingly before deciding to reprimand the boy. ¡°And I already told you to continue calling me Akemi in private!¡±


    Ern sat stiffly on the bench across from her, doing his best to look serious ¡ª something he consistently failed at due to his round and naturally goofy face. ¡°Young Miss¡­ I cannot comply with that order. There are simply too many prying eyes and ears outside of the Rei family estate.¡±


    ¡°Who could possibly have the time or interest to spread rumors about me and my attendant speaking informally to each other?¡± Akemi scoffed.


    ¡°My father has repeatedly warned me that overindulgence in private quickly leads to entanglement in public. I don¡¯t wish to develop any bad habits.¡± Ern refused to back down.


    ¡°Whatever¡­¡± Akemi grumbled. All the men in the Vodyr family were like this. Passionate about their duties, but often stubborn and quick to anger. A generally unlikeable bunch.


    The carriage continued to roll slowly past the long line of people still eagerly waiting to enter the city despite the late time of day. Akemi noticed a large number of male Humans among them. Her nose wrinkled with disgust at the sight, but she supposed it made sense. A place like Kobi certainly satisfied their innate greed and lust better than any other city in the Dynasty likely could. After all, it was the capital of the Province of Pleasure. A city praised for its beauty and dedication to the arts¡­ but Akemi knew that hidden behind its charm was a dangerous underbelly plagued by slavers, traffickers, and thieves.


    Why her father had decided to connect their family with this place and that vile woman was still beyond her understanding¡­


    ¡°...Wow.¡± Ern muttered, distracting Akemi from her internal tirade. The boy¡¯s wide and sparkling eyes eagerly darted around as they passed the gates and entered the crowded streets.


    Unlike herself, Ern hadn¡¯t been able to travel much during his youth. All of his time was devoted to training in order to serve in her personal guard. Admittedly, she felt a bit guilty about his strict upbringing which is why she often tried to lower the barrier between them¡­ to no avail. They would be spending the foreseeable future together and she didn¡¯t want a stone golem of a man following her around like her brother was shackled with.


    ¡®I''ll keep working on it, slowly,¡¯ Akemi reminded herself. Just like anything else, it would require consistent effort. She sent her gaze back towards her own window but immediately regretted that decision.


    The crowd inside the walls crashed around the carriage like a wave and she started to feel dangerously claustrophobic as they were submerged in the sea of people. Akemi shifted in her seat, deciding to concentrate her eyes on the horizon to allay her fears.


    Creamy brushstrokes of orange and pink left their trails across the skyline. It was a rich ¡ª verging on brilliant ¡ª sunset, reminiscent of the colorful storefronts and inns around them. But much to Akemi¡¯s dismay, her view of the horizon was largely obstructed by the dark, towering pagodas interspersed throughout the city.


    A deep sigh escaped her lips as her vision sunk to the street level once more. The crowd had somewhat thinned out by now as they progressed to the heart of the city. Wide wooden buildings neatly filled the gaps between the rough cobblestone roads, and the bright lanterns strung between them were already beginning to emit a faint amber glow in the waning daylight. If not for the loud clamoring of inebriated men and women it would have been a very peaceful sight.


    She heard Ern swallow loudly and give his coin purse a questioning jiggle as a scantily clad woman blew a kiss in the carriage¡¯s direction while sashaying past. Akemi finally decided to just shut herself off as she sank back into the cushions, afraid to reveal her disgust. Hadn¡¯t Ern just been lecturing her about indulgence? It seemed he had been spending too much time with her older cousin, Sugo. That one was the most frequent visitor of the Hiroyuki territory in their family. Only he would fill Ern¡¯s impressionable mind with such fantasies¡­


    Time passed slowly as Akemi swayed in tune with the faint jostling and bumping of the carriage¡¯s axles while listening to the steady clatter of hooves against the stone. The sensation was somewhat soothing but more than anything she just wished to be done with it. Hopefully, their traveling companion had already arrived. She didn¡¯t want to have to wait for the boy and risk running into any acquaintances...


    Their pace nearly slowed to a halt as the carriage struggled across one of the many arched stone bridges leading towards the city¡¯s center and their destination ¡ª Kobi¡¯s Grand Seasons Plaza. The large circular platform almost appeared to be floating at the center of a small lake, but was actually just surrounded on all sides by a moat formed from the offshoots of the Emerald Tributary that cut through the city.


    When Akemi had visited Kobi previously with her father, she¡¯d spent hours strolling around this particular plaza, carefully observing the massive mural that covered its entirety. The paintings depicted vivid scenes of each season¡¯s weather covering the Sky King¡¯s Valley. Further within, was a massive, rotating dial ¡ª similar to a clock, that indicates the current week of the year.


    Before the advent of the teleportations arrays, the plaza was open to the public in order to help commoners without access to detailed calendars keep track of the days and weeks of each season. Not exactly the most useful tool to begin with, in Akemi¡¯s opinion, but she still admired it as a beautiful piece of art.


    Currently, the dial¡¯s hand rested on the 5th week of Spring, right in the midst of a bright patch of flowers.


    ¡°Young Miss. We have arrived,¡± The driver declared as he hopped down from his seat. He opened the door for them and moved back, saluting with a slight bow.


    Ern exited first, waiting just outside in order to help her step down. ¡°Thank you, Von, Ern.¡± Akemi nodded to them both as she stepped down onto a cold and dreary winter¡¯s day. She took a brief glance around, looking towards the City Lord¡¯s Palace resting on a hill to the north and the Ancestral Temple across the eastern bridge. Unfortunately, she was unable to find her target waiting anywhere around the plaza during her scan.


    She frowned, lightly tapping her foot.


    ¡°Young Miss¡­¡± Ern started as Von tended to the weary Flame-crested Mares. ¡°Must we really wait for this person? There¡¯s still a short distance we must travel after we use the Teleportation Array, and I¡¯d like to make it to The Nest before it gets too dark¡­¡±Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    ¡°Indeed we must,¡± Akemi lamented. ¡°My father insists that we accompany him during registration in hopes that others will suspect him as already being a member of my retinue. You know as well as I do how highly sought after unaffiliated practitioners that enter The Nest are.¡±


    Ern folded his long arms across his chest. ¡°Even if he is Grandmaster Sivelle¡¯s apprentice, is he really so deserving of attention? His entry to The Nest was gained through an Instructor¡¯s recommendation, not through his own merit. Master Felix is still young and has already taken over as our Clan¡¯s Concocter, whereas this guy¡¯s skills will still take years to develop, not to mention tons of resources.¡±


    ¡°Your entry was gained because you are my vassal. You didn¡¯t partake in The Nest¡¯s trials either. Ern. And It is not your place to question Lord Rei,¡± Akemi replied bluntly. She wanted to end the conversation before Ern got too worked up. When the men of the Vodyr family were angered¡­ their fiery wrath was unquenchable.


    ¡°I could easily¡­¡± Ern¡¯s retort was silenced by a glare. ¡°My apologies, Young Miss. I spoke out of turn.¡±


    She waved off the boy¡¯s words impatiently as she spotted two figures, one male and one female, approaching from the direction of the Palace. They crossed over the sprawling sunlit fields, dried out by the summer¡¯s heat, and the colorful fall forests covering the mountains in the background¡­


    Suddenly, Akemi¡¯s blood ran cold as she managed to make out the woman accompanying their would-be companion.


    ¡°If it isn¡¯t my little sister-in-law¡­¡± The woman drawled as she drew closer. Her narrow, furry ears twitched playfully and she wore an exaggerated frown. ¡°How could you come to Kobi without paying me a visit?¡±


    ¡°We were only stopping by briefly to use to the teleportation array. I didn¡¯t want to inconvenience you for such a simple matter.¡± Akemi¡¯s standoffish tone didn¡¯t bother the woman in the slightest.


    ¡°Greetings, Lady Galene.¡± Ern offered a slight bow as was customary when meeting with a city official.


    ¡°Ah, another young Vodyr,¡± Galene acknowledged, a trace of derision passing through her prominent, amethyst eyes, going unnoticed by all but Akemi. ¡°You must pass along my gratitude to your brother for always looking after my fiance, next you see him.¡±


    ¡°It is our duty. No thanks are necessary, My Lady.¡±


    Galene flashed Ern a warm smile, causing the boy¡¯s already ruddy face to flush an even deeper red, before shifting her attention back to Akemi. ¡°If Atell here hadn¡¯t let slip that he would be accompanying you to The Nest, I would have missed this opportunity... At the very least I could have offered to waive the teleportation fee!¡±


    Akemi bristled with silent fury. All the women of the Hiroyuki Clan were like this, toying around men with their pretty faces and honeyed words¡­ ¡°Something so trivial as a small fee is not worth your attention, Sister.¡± She replied with a sweet smile of her own. ¡°Although¡­ I am curious as to how you became acquainted with Atell.¡±


    Galene¡¯s face lit up, for once seeming to display genuine pleasure. ¡°Not long ago, I received word that a young Demon was going around selling a very unique potion to some of the merchants in the city. Once I learned of its incredible effects, I just had to meet the boy in question¡­¡± The woman smiled wryly. ¡°I suppose I shouldn¡¯t be surprised that it was Grandmaster Sivelle¡¯s apprentice causing such a stir.¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes. I was too young to have ever witnessed Grandmaster Sivelle¡¯s skills myself, but I¡¯m sure the quality of her potions hasn''t diminished in the slightest during her retirement¡­¡±


    ¡°I think you misunderstand, Akemi.¡± Galene giggled before gesturing to Atell. ¡°These potions were not made by Sivelle, but rather by our little friend here.¡±


    ¡°Oh? That¡¯s pretty impressive.¡± Akemi commented. Ern at her side stared at the other boy with a venomous gaze.


    ¡°Indeed. I wished to employ his services... but sadly, he will be heading off to The Nest with you all.¡± Galene sighed wistfully.


    ¡°...Speaking of which. We should be departing before it gets too late. Atell do you have everything you need?¡± Much to Akemi¡¯s relief, the boy nodded hurriedly, seeming just as eager as she was to extract himself from Galene¡¯s presence.


    ¡°Well, I won¡¯t hold you up any longer then. Atell, Akemi¡­ you are always welcome to visit me at the Palace whenever you find yourself in Kobi.¡±


    ¡°Of course, Sister. I¡¯ll have to trouble you at that time. Farewell for now.¡±


    ¡°Farewell. Do try and remember to have some fun. In my experience, The Nest can be awfully dull¡­¡±


    Galene waved them off as Akemi hurried their small group across the western bridge, towards the array.


    ***


    A chill crept down Atell¡¯s spine as he felt that woman¡¯s predatory, elliptical eyes gazing hungrily at his back.


    Just like his least favorite merchant in Shimmering Heights, the woman hid her true intentions behind false words and smiles. But unlike Miss Lotti who only teased him to placate her boredom¡­ this Lady Galene was truly an insidious character.


    He¡¯d only just met her today when he came to offload his remaining stock of potions before meeting with the Rei Clan¡¯s heir. Lady Galene had been waiting for him in one of the shops he frequented, patiently anticipating his arrival. She then whisked him off to the palace where a drawn-up contract was already resting on her desk. To make matters worse, her eloquent words during the negotiations had been laced with a trace of magic, likely intended to lower his guard.


    If the protective talisman that Sivelle had given him before his departure hadn¡¯t activated¡­ he would have never even noticed. Atell knew that manipulation and mind magics were the specialty of the Hiroyuki Clan, but he hadn¡¯t expected the prestigious Finance Minister of Kobi to be so¡­ bold. Luckily, the old Fae had foreseen such occurrences and provided him with the mental ward.


    Although he was unscathed, Atell was greatly discomforted by the event. It was his first time venturing out of Shimmering Heights without Sivelle at his side and he hadn¡¯t even made it to The Nest before someone made a move on him. He also knew that once he arrived at his destination ¡ª the competition to acquire his fealty would be even more fierce. Elaina would be there to prevent anyone from strong-arming him, but his status as Sivelle¡¯s newest apprentice made him a desirable target.


    ¡°Hoo¡­¡± Atell released an exaggerated sigh as he dragged his feet behind the short, brown-haired girl. He watched as her curly locks bounced with every step, surrounding her with a youthful, lively atmosphere¡­ if you couldn¡¯t see the cold frown plastered on her face.


    ¡°Do you mind picking up the pace a little,¡± the girl quipped at him as she spun around.


    ¡®And there it is. All positive sentiments gone¡­¡¯ Atell bemoaned in his mind. He had only agreed to this arrangement because of the somewhat fond memories he had of his brief meeting with this girl during his Initiate Ceremony. And well, the fact that she would be fronting the teleportation cost didn¡¯t hurt her cause either¡­


    Unfortunately, it seemed that the last two years hadn¡¯t been as kind to Akemi as they had been to him. Atell wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was just having a bad day. But it truly appeared that her joyful naivete had been replaced by the more callous, aloof demeanor that he expected of the Dynasty¡¯s nobles.


    The large, lanky boy with thick sideburns that was sticking closely to her side didn¡¯t improve Atell¡¯s impression either. He had already been the recipient of a few of the boy¡¯s murderous glares in the short distance they had walked.


    At least their meeting was only a temporary one. Atell was looking forward to meeting some practitioners his age and hopefully making a few friends, but these two didn¡¯t match any of the criteria he was looking for. Therefore, he didn¡¯t have much interest in breaching the silent tension that formed between them.


    Akemi strode purposefully over to Formations Master in charge of operating the teleportation array as they approached the marble platform that was isolated by another moat in conjunction with the one around the Grand Seasons Plaza. Short black obelisks rested in each corner of the rectangular array. Their glossy surfaces were covered in a complex network of glyphs that were linked to a series of primordial runes engraved into the pristine white marble floor.


    The seamless connection of new and old shocked Atell to his core. Grandmaster Asteri ¡ª who had created the five existing teleportation arrays ¡ª managed to perfectly merge her understanding of glyphs, composed using the modern rune language, and the ancient magic of the Gods. She was more than worthy of being recognized as the Dynasty¡¯s greatest genius. ¡®If she hadn¡¯t met such an untimely end her work could have revolutionized travel across the world,¡¯ Atell lamented. Sivelle often spoke highly of the Drakin woman during their lessons, but he didn¡¯t gain true respect for Asteri¡¯s prowess until now.


    ¡°...Will it just be the three of you, Young Miss?¡±


    ¡°Mhm, our destination is the Lucent Grotto.¡±


    ¡°Very well, that will be fifteen medium-quality Charge Crystals.¡±


    Atell flinched as he vaguely heard the fee listed by the operator. That price was nearly much as he had paid for his own Dimensional Pouch a few weeks ago. Even if he scraped together all his remaining savings, he wouldn¡¯t be able to cover the cost. Typically, only large groups used the teleportation arrays for that very reason. Yet Akemi just casually procured the payment with a wave of her hand. ¡®The large Clans sure are extravagant...¡¯


    As soon as Akemi and her attendant joined Atell in the center of the platform, the grid of runes and glyphs began to shine softly, emitting a low hum as it did so. The array continued to glow with increasing radiance and Atell started to fidget as the buzzing noise likewise grew in intensity ¡ª quickly developing into a loud whir like the chorus of an insect swarm. Before being blinded by a flash of light, the last thing he saw was the smug smile on the large boy¡¯s face as the cacophony reached its climax...

 Chapter 17

    Atell struggled to his feet as the brilliant light faded. He hadn¡¯t anticipated the sweeping surge of power that accompanied the activation of the array and had gotten knocked over.


    Although, it sounded like the other two were much worse off than himself. His eyes were still recovering, but Atell could hear Akemi¡¯s pained gasps and her attendant¡¯s low groans.


    ¡®Was it really that painful?¡¯ he wondered. Sure, his head was still ringing from the noise, but his vision adjusted quickly and otherwise, he felt in fine shape¡­


    ¡°You¡ª! You tricked me¡­¡± The other boy growled as he clutched his stomach.


    ¡°Enough, Ern. No one is competing with you¡­¡± Akemi interrupted, stepping between the two of them.


    ¡®Ern is it?¡¯ Atell reinforced his mental note to avoid the deranged, long-armed boy at all costs. He had no idea what Ern was on about and it reminded him too much of the unadulterated hate he received from Raiden in the past.


    ¡°The twins should be waiting for us outside, let¡¯s not keep them waiting.¡±


    Ern clicked his tongue in annoyance but dutifully followed behind his master ¡ª who wasted no time thanking the operator on this side and heading for the exit.


    Atell didn¡¯t understand the girl¡¯s impatience. He wanted to look around more, take his time soaking up the new sights. Shimmering Heights was a beautiful and peaceful little town, but by the end of his fourth year on the mountain, he¡¯d started getting stir crazy, traveling into Kobi more and more often to break up the monotony of his day to day life.


    His shoulders slouched as he gazed down at the pool of water in the grotto. It reflected a rippling image of the dense clusters of sky blue crystals covering the cavern¡¯s jagged ceiling. They illuminated the area in a resplendent light, exuding a peaceful, almost joyous feeling that one could only experience on a bright, cloudless day. Unfortunately, he couldn¡¯t bask in the sensation for long as Akemi had already disappeared into the tunnel leading out of the cavern and he didn''t want to fall behind any farther.


    Taking off at a light jog, Atell quickly entered the tunnel and climbed up the steep slope towards the surface.  Dim rays of sunlight creeping in from outside and the glow from the cavern below clashed inside the underground channel, providing just enough light to make out the trail. The pathway was wide but slick from the spray splashing onto the smooth stone¡¯s surface from the narrow river running alongside it. Up ahead, Akemi seemed to be struggling, her leather sandals unable to find any purchase on the ramp. The girl muttered curses under her breath as she clung closely to the wall, using it to maintain her balance as she sidled upward.


    ¡°Young Miss, footing in this accursed channel is treacherous, allow me to assist you.¡±


    Akemi snorted, glaring at her aide as she flicked a glance towards Atell who had quickly caught up to them. ¡°With all the money The Nest receives, you¡¯d think they would¡¯ve improved this passage after all these years,¡± she growled under her breath.


    ¡°Shall I issue a complaint when we arrive?¡± Ern asked.


    ¡°No!¡± Akemi shouted abruptly before quickly collecting herself. ¡°It¡¯s fine. If I was outfitted in proper attire there wouldn¡¯t be any issues.


    ¡°Still¡­ If the Young Miss were to slip and injure herself¡­¡±


    ¡°I can dry out the path ahead if you¡¯d like?¡± Atell offered.


    ¡°I would appreciate that, if you wouldn¡¯t mind,¡± Akemi sighed. Much to Atell¡¯s surprise, Ern¡¯s expression had remained neutral when he interjected.


    ¡°It¡¯s no problem,¡± he replied, stepping around them. A thin trickle of Mana seeped into his Origin Rune as he led the way. Atell focused his fiery aura into the ground in front of them, causing a faint veil of steam to flow into the air as he moved. The group¡¯s vision was somewhat obstructed as a result, but their pace improved dramatically and they soon emerged from the tunnel.


    Akemi and Ern both nodded their thanks as they all stepped out into the mountain valley shrouded by dusk.


    Occupying a majority of the immediate area was a large, circular lake. A few small fishing vessels and rowboats moved leisurely across its surface, almost unanimously heading towards the dock at the lake¡¯s western edge ¡ª behind which loomed a lightly fortified city that Atell could only assume was The Nest.


    Prior to coming out here, he had made some inquiries during his lessons with Sivelle about The Nest¡¯s general location. Through which, he learned that it was located in the Severed Spine¡¯s western valley, not too far from the cave system his tribe had settled into in recent years, surprisingly enough. He had been greatly comforted by this knowledge, only making his decision to attend the institution that much easier.


    During one of his short visits to check-up on his grandfather, Atell had learned that, due to their close proximity with The Barrens, the tribe¡¯s hunters occasionally spotted the Warband scouting parties that guarded the border. It became a constant fear in the back of his mind that the tribe would one day be discovered and he would need to rush to their aid.


    By staying at The Nest he shortened the distance between them, only about a week¡¯s hard march if he really pushed himself. There weren¡¯t any easily traversable mountain passes leading into the western valley ¡ª a major reason why The Nest occupied this area to begin with, but if he could get his hands on a suitable mount, Atell figured he could cut the journey in half...


    As Atell lost himself in his calculations, his companions followed the lake¡¯s offshoot to its shore. There, a long rowboat, manned by two silver-haired maidens, gently bobbed in the waves as it waited for them.


    ¡°Akemi! You¡¯ve finally made it!¡± The shorter, yellow-eyed girl of the pair called out.


    ¡°Yes, I apologize for the delay, Mara.¡± Akemi replied with a bright smile. She ran over to the waiting girls and plopped herself right next to Mara on the rowboat¡¯s bench.


    Ern and the silent blue-eyed twin similarly seemed well acquainted as they nodded tersely to each other and took charge of one of the boat¡¯s oars respectively.


    Everyone was ready to depart, waiting only on Atell who pushed them out onto the water as he clambered inside and found a seat opposite Akemi and Mara.


    ¡°You must be Atell.¡± Mara quickly addressed him. ¡°Lord Rei asked me to look after you like one of our own, so if you ever need help with anything at all¡­ please, don¡¯t hesitate to ask me.¡± The older girl¡¯s toothy grin and relaxed posture seemed completely at odds with her feral eyes.


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t want to trouble you. The Rei Clan has already gone out of their way to help me thus far, and there isn¡¯t much I can offer in return.¡± Atell waved her off, he wanted to make a clean break from this group even if Mara¡¯s experience as an older attendee of The Nest would be valuable.


    ¡°Now that¡¯s not entirely true is it?¡± Mara¡¯s smile thinned. ¡°I like to consider myself a big sister to all the Rei Clan members and vassals at The Nest. Assisting others is just something I take pride in, so it¡¯s really no trouble. ¡± The silent twin¡¯s smooth rowing faltered momentarily as Mara wrapped an arm around Akemi¡¯s shoulders.


    Mara¡¯s wild mane of hair and loosely fitted attire didn¡¯t exactly give Atell the impression of a reliable older sister, if anything, he felt the unnamed twin was more suited to the role. Her hair was neatly braided down her back and her dark, tranquil blue eyes seemed to mirror the flowing surface of the lake.


    ¡°I appreciate the offer.¡± Atell smiled apologetically, trying his best to put the matter to bed.


    ¡°Is this how you would repay the Rei Clan¡¯s kindness? An ungrateful whelp like you doesn¡¯t deserve the Spirit King''s respect.¡± Mara bristled, dropping all pretenses in a flash.


    ¡°Mara!¡± Akemi exclaimed with a frown.


    Atell ignored everyone else and quietly began circulating his Mana as he glared back at the seething girl, unwilling to back down. He was essentially trapped out in the middle of the lake with the four members of the Rei Clan. Not exactly the most favorable location for a battle, but there were plenty of witnesses around the area so he didn¡¯t think the girl actually intended to fight. Mara was just provoking him, unable to suppress the eagerness she displayed through her expressions and words.


    ¡°Atell is Grandmaster Sivelle¡¯s apprentice, and should be considered a close friend of our family¡­¡± Akemi admonished the girl as she extracted herself from the half-hug and shrunk back.


    ¡°The boy certainly doesn¡¯t view himself as our friend, so why should we?¡± Mara folded her arms across her chest.


    ¡°Well, I don''t blame him when you and Ern seem so eager to confront him at the slightest opportunity!¡±


    Ern flinched slightly and shifted in his seat. At this point, neither him nor the other twin were rowing. The boat drifted slowly across the water¡¯s surface, disturbed only by the wake of passing fishing vessels. Akemi¡¯s sniffles and the distant chatter at the dock resounded loudly in the taut silence.


    It was the one Atell least expected to shatter the tension that eventually did. ¡°Mara, you go too far. Mother will hear of this if you continue to harass the boy.¡±


    Mara¡¯s wolf-like ears flattened as she slouched. ¡°Yan... you would take this spawn of golden mongrel¡¯s side? He¡¯s probably in league with the other one that showed up last year...¡±


    Yan shrugged. ¡°No, but we have a task to accomplish, and you are backing him into a corner right now. Have you learned nothing from our hunts?¡±


    Mara glanced around and finally seemed to register the implications of their location. ¡°Agh, whatever! Little Akemi, you must stay away from this boy in the future. I can smell the filthy pollutant in his blood.¡±


    Her stoic counterpart reached towards the pouch at her waist and procured a thin blanket which she wrapped around the teary-eyed Akemi¡¯s shoulders before returning to her station at the oar.


    Mara huffed and turned away from Atell, seeming content to ignore him for now as she whispered apologies to her reluctant young miss. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Atell, however, remained on guard as Ern and Yan stirred the waters once more, pushing them forward. Throughout the remainder of their brief journey to the dock, he was unable to piece together why Juma was so insistent on inviting him into the Rei Clan¡¯s fold when even the children of the vassal families were so clearly opposed to the idea.


    Even more worrying was the exaggerated behavior of everyone he met belonging to these large and powerful families. Whether it was Raiden and his mother in the past, or Lady Galene, Ern, and Mara whom he¡¯d met today ¡ª they all acted so¡­ aggressively. As if they were demanding his obedience. Instinctually, Atell would meet them with all the defiance he could muster, but it wasn¡¯t behavior that he generally felt comfortable dealing with or reciprocating himself. And he knew he¡¯d be meeting more and more of these characters in the coming days...


    ¡®It seems like I¡¯ll need to inquire more information about the Paragon Clans and their affiliated vassals,¡¯ Atell sighed mentally. ¡®Maybe Elaina will be able to assist in that¡­¡¯


    Sivelle¡¯s lessons only skimmed the surface of the Dynasty¡¯s history and many families. Most of which was still jumbled around in a nonsensical mess in his mind. Although he¡¯d managed to raise the standards of his reading and writing abilities to the minimum acceptable level in the last two years ¡ª there was still a long way to go.


    The Nest was mostly centered around helping young practitioner¡¯s with potential nurture and train their magic, so Atell could only hope that there would be resources allocated to more scholarly fields that he could take advantage of...


    Finally, after another dozen odd minutes of steady rowing and drifting, they arrived at the crowded dock. Mara had taken over oar duty from Ern as they neared and now deftly maneuvered their boat into an open space among the multitude of vessels alongside her sister.


    The twins quickly secured the rowboat to a post and helped Akemi disembark. Atell followed behind them next to Ern as they cut through the crowd filtering into the city. He noticed that the watchtowers interspersed across the low wooden wall were unmanned and neither were there any guards present at the gate. Instead, everything was adorned by carvings composed of a dark-green metal that seemed to pulse and ebb in a similar manner to the network of wards that Atell had seen at Sivelle''s manor.


    Still, once inside the city, everyone was pretty much left to their own devices, which he found odd. Today was the final day to register for the upcoming period of instruction, and certainly, there must be others, like their group, who had only just arrived.


    Yan halted their march just as they stepped foot onto the cobblestone streets inside the wall. ¡°Our first priority is getting you all squared away at the Registrar¡¯s Office. The line shouldn¡¯t be too bad at this time of day.¡± Her voice was flat and most of her attention was focused on Atell. ¡°In the future, you¡¯ll be able to sign up for classes there, most of which take place outside of the regular instruction hours, so pay close attention to the building''s location.¡±


    Atell acknowledged her intentions with a slight nod and started keeping an eye out for landmarks as they delved further into the city.


    The Nest was nowhere near as large or tightly packed as Kobi, but the sprawling streets felt just as crowded as Atell jostled his way through the throng of students, most of whom appeared at least a few years older than himself. Between the crowd and lack of lighting along the streets, it was becoming increasingly difficult to make out where they heading in the final breaths of daylight.


    His innate night-vision helped out somewhat, but Atell was unable to entirely quell his annoyance. ¡°Aren¡¯t there any lanterns or street lamps around here somewhere?¡± he grumbled.


    Yan shook her head and replied without turning around, ¡°There¡¯s a strict curfew enforced after sunset. It¡¯s lifted on days like today when prospective students are still arriving, but otherwise, you¡¯ll have to be content with cultivating or studying in your room in the evenings.¡±


    ¡°Why¡¯s that?¡± Atell asked.


    ¡°Because the impulsive ones like Mara tend to get into trouble when given too much freedom and free time,¡± Yan chuckled, eliciting a snort from her sister.


    The group lapsed back into silence as they took one turn after another, eventually arriving outside of a particularly tall and broad pagoda that reached the apex of the city¡¯s skyline.


    ¡®At least its size will make it easier to pick out,¡¯ Atell mused as Ern shoved open the thick, heavy doors. Inside, there were a few clerks seated behind some makeshift tables spread throughout the spacious first floor. Yan directed them towards the table with the shortest line at the far end of the room.


    After they¡¯d settled into the queue, Akemi reluctantly turned around and glanced at Atell. She bit her lower lip, eyes laced with hesitation, before addressing him, ¡°I understand things haven''t exactly¡­ gone well today, but I feel like I should still ask you¡­¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡± Atell quirked an eyebrow.


    Akemi inhaled a deep breath before continuing, ¡°...There are multiple different lodging options for first-year students. Large Clans and families, like my own, already own property in The Nest which is where we all will be staying¡­¡± she gestured to herself, Ern, and the twins. ¡°You¡­ are welcome to stay in the Clan¡¯s building as well, should you wish. The rooms are all outfitted with wards, so you won¡¯t have to worry about privacy, and there are also various training facilities and Mana Chambers in the basement which you would have access to...¡±


    Atell heard a student in front of them suck in a sharp breath when Mana Chambers were mentioned. He¡¯d never heard of them before but could make some assumptions about their usages. And he didn¡¯t doubt that the rest of the Rei Clan¡¯s property would be extremely well-equipped. However, he¡¯d already solidified his resolve many times in recent days to avoid the noble families and their politics whenever possible¡­


    ¡°What about the other options?¡±


    ¡°Well, you could purchase your own room in one of the general housing buildings. But those tend to be too expensive for all but the wealthiest of students until you accumulate enough merits,¡± Yan interjected. ¡°The final option is to stay in one of the barracks outside the city that are reserved specifically for first years. It''s free, and the most popular choice for any unaffiliated practitioners. Although, there are some extra responsibilities that come along with it.¡±


    ¡°Like what?¡±


    Yan shrugged. ¡°Menial tasks mostly. Cleaning the stables, mess halls, sparring rooms, and so on. Or working as an assistant for one of the Instructors.¡±


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t sound too bad,¡± Atell agreed, turning back to the petite girl fidgeting at Mara¡¯s side. ¡°I¡¯m grateful for your generous offer, Akemi, but I¡¯ll have to decline.¡±


    Akemi¡¯s bouncy curls seemed to deflate alongside her posture, full of resignation.


    ¡°Why subject yourself to that when you could live in much better conditions?¡± Mara was finally unable to hold her tongue when she saw her mistress''s disappointment. ¡°The barracks don¡¯t have much equipment and you have to share a room with three others¡­¡± she wrinkled her nose at the thought.


    ¡°Still seems much better than living in the same place as you.¡± Atell retorted.


    Mara bared her fangs in reply. ¡°Very funny. You¡¯d better watch your back from now on, pup.¡±


    Atell ignored her icy glare, it was finally their turn in line and he was all too eager to depart from the hostile environment.


    ¡°Name.¡± The spectacle-wearing Fae stated blandly as Akemi stepped forward.


    ¡°Akemi Rei accompanied by my vassal, Ern Vodyr.¡±


    Nodding slightly in response, the clerk made a note on his list before reaching into the crate under the desk and procuring two burlap sacks. ¡°Your uniforms and identity talismans are inside. Spare uniforms are available in both of the Major Halls, but if you misplace your talisman ¡ª you¡¯ll need to return here for a new one.¡±


    ¡°Understood.¡± Ern grabbed both the bags, slinging them over his back. Proceedings finished, Akemi immediately stalked off with her retinue in tow, finally leaving Atell on his own. He exhaled all the tension in his body before stepping up to the table.


    ¡°Name.¡±


    ¡°Atell. I believe I should be registered under the Naharu family name.¡±


    ¡°Ah yes¡­ Elaina¡¯s recommendation this year. No wonder the Rei family princess would make such an offer.¡± The man looked up briefly from his notes. ¡°Kid, I gotta commend you for turning her down. It¡¯s enticing, but getting involved with one of the big Clans so early on would put you at odds with many of your fellow peers. Ride it out and enjoy the benefits of any recruitment gifts for as long as you can.¡± The Fae paused as he handed Atell the bag containing the uniforms and a small slip of paper. ¡°You¡¯ll be in the Ironheart Garrison, room number 5. I¡¯ve included a map for you, but if you just exit the city and follow the lake¡¯s eastern shore ¡ª it shouldn¡¯t be too hard to find.¡±


    ¡°Thank you for your help.¡± Atell bowed to the clerk and received a smile.


    ¡°Don¡¯t forget to be at the Major Hall of your choice before the bell tolls eight times tomorrow morning!¡± The man called out as Atell strode towards the door.


    ¡°Got it!¡± Atell replied. But just as he was about to exit the entrance hall, a dark shadow slipped in front of him to block his way.


    Atell cautiously sized-up the shaggy Demon in front of him. The boy sported an awkward smile, squinting his dull brownish-red eyes as he held up a hand.


    ¡°I don¡¯t mean to alarm you. I just overheard that you were assigned to the Ironheart Garrison and I happen to be heading there myself. However, the clerk at my station seemed to have forgotten my map,¡± the boy finished with a chuckle.


    ¡°Yea, sure. Which room are you in?¡± Despite his abrupt arrival, Atell didn¡¯t detect any hostility from the scrawny boy, and his appearance reminded him a lot of his past self. Dark, unkempt hair and a wiry body forged through constant labor but a lack of proper nutrition...


    ¡°Room 6, so I guess we¡¯ll be neighbors. Name¡¯s Hollowtooth, what¡¯s yours?¡± Hollowtooth held out his hand.


    ¡°Atell.¡± he returned the gesture giving the boy¡¯s hand a shake. ¡°I don¡¯t mean to be rude, but Hollowtooth is a bit of an odd name. Is that a nickname of sorts?¡± Atell asked as he led them out the door. A lot of the foot traffic seemed to have filtered out, so they didn¡¯t have much trouble making their way around.


    ¡°...You could say that,¡± Hollowtooth replied after a bit of hesitation. ¡°The people in my family don¡¯t receive our names until a... coming-of-age ceremony when we¡¯re five years old. Got mine through that.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­ Then, what were you called before the ceremony?¡±


    ¡°Kid, boy, number 4. It didn¡¯t really matter much to my parents. I know it sounds odd, but that¡¯s just the way it was.¡±


    ¡°No, not at all¡­¡± Atell glanced at the map while shifting his bag into a more comfortable position on his shoulder. He directed them right, through an alley towards the main thoroughfare. ¡°...I mean, every family has their own traditions, right?¡±


    ¡°I suppose so, especially among us Demons,¡± Hollowtooth chuckled.


    ¡°Exactly.¡±


    ¡°So ¡ª which Major are you going to choose, Atell?¡± The boy asked while sporting a concerned frown. ¡°I¡¯ve been struggling with the choice. I¡¯m not too keen on fighting, but on the other hand... my magic isn¡¯t well suited for any of the Three Disciplines either.¡±


    ¡°Hmm, to be honest¡­ I¡¯m still not entirely sure as well.¡± It was something Atell had been contemplating for a while now and he drifted deep into his thoughts as the question resurfaced. The Discipline Hall seemed like the obvious choice. It was where all the practitioners focused on becoming Concocters, Runesmiths, and Formations Masters studied. He already had ample experience making potions, but¡­ when he thought about devoting his entirety to the profession, something held him back.


    He desired strength. To protect his tribe, to rise in status, to satisfy his ever simmering need for revenge¡­ he needed strength in all things, and it didn¡¯t take much self-reflection to realize that. But at the same time, if he committed himself to that path ¡ª he felt like he would be abandoning Sivelle¡¯s kindness and her hopes for him. And everything he had today was because of her. His stomach would twist and churn into painful knots whenever he thought about disappointing the old Fae¡­


    Still, even if he joined the Combat Hall, he could make time to continue his research with potions on his own. Deep down, he already knew that was the decision he had reached a long time ago, but he hated how guilty it made him feel, so he had buried in the depths of his heart.


    ¡°Well, what¡¯s it going to be?¡± Hollowtooth¡¯s smooth voice slipped into his mind.


    Atell released the breath he had been holding as he suddenly found himself standing outside the city gates, confronted with the peaceful lake stretching into the distance. No longer disturbed by the city¡¯s occupant¡¯s, the expanse of water¡¯s glass-like surface perfectly reflected the myriad of stars shimmering in the night sky. Syren and Nerys likewise appeared eager to hear his answer as they glowed brightly up above.


    ¡°I think¡­ I¡¯m going to join the Combat Hall¡­¡± Atell spoke into the empty air. He stood there for a few moments, waiting for the other boy¡¯s reply. But it never came. Hollowtooth was nowhere to be found as he glanced around.


    Atell shivered as a bout of panic set it. The other Demon was real, he was sure of it. Sivelle¡¯s warding trinket should have protected him from any manipulative magic, but somehow the boy¡¯s image grew increasingly hazy in his mind as he tried to recall the details of their meeting.


    ¡®I¡¯ll have to keep an eye out for him¡­¡¯ Atell sighed as he concluded that his current efforts to find an answer were futile. It had been a long, confusing, and frustrating day. He could only hope his new roommates would provide him with some sense of normalcy as he trudged along the lake¡¯s shore.